The appearance of I lives in its own dream. It dreams it is separate, it dreams it has a life. It dreams it has a story, that it owns that story, my story.
It dreams there is time. There is no time without the me.
It dreams it is not good enough and has to find 'something' or 'somewhere' where it can finally rest and come it it's eventual fulfillment.
No one can get out of this dream as dream is just a dream. There is no I in that dream, it is the dream of I.