Haven't you ever wondered where time comes from, or what it's made of? Does it go on endlessly, or is there just a certain amount of it, like grains of sand in an egg timer? Is every bit of time the same as every other, or are there different types here and there? Why do some people struggle to cope if they have too much time, whilst others never seem to be able to find enough?What if time works differently for some people? People like Timothy Swift, for instance. He's always trying to find some time, to make time, to buy a little time...because he always has too much to do, and never enough time to do it in.But the funny thing is, no matter how little time Timothy has, he somehow gets everything done. And, remarkably, even when he doesn't have a single moment to spare, he can almost always find enough time do one more thing.And what about dreams? Does time work the same in dreams?