dreaming

I had a dream about you_ but I don__ know you_who are you?

I had a dream about you last week. It was October 31, 2002 and we met at a Halloween party. You came dressed as yourself; I knew you__e been hiding your true self all this time.

A Dream bring us to the most Beautiful Places.

But I felt like I'd made a journey to the land of fairytales only to find out that the magical world was identical to the real one. Even in fairytales, the sun still burns, sand still works its way into your bikini bottoms, and the diner next door to your motel still scorches toast.

I had a dream about you; you were a zombie in a post-apocalyptic world. I was the only human left, you tried to bite me and I said no. We became good friends.

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

I often observe the absurdity of dreams, but never dream of the absurdity of my waking thoughts.

When he comes for her, it__ only in her dreams where she has no control, no way to shut the door, and nowhere to run. That__ when she listens.

You, you may say I__ a dreamer, but I__ not the only one.

I dream of things I know nothing about.

I had a dream about you last night... I think flying saucer activity is pretty easy to explain; if I had one, I'd go joyriding too.

Avoid the Holy Grail, the heroic journeys, the pursuit of a legend--that is not the life of the bookaneer, who must keep his eyes on the ground while other book people live by dreaming.

I'm almost convinced that I'm never awake. I'm not sure if I'm not in fact dreaming when I live, and living when I dream, or if dreaming and living are for me intersected, intermingled things that together form my conscious self.

Look outside of what is possible and think about what could be.

A 'dreamer' is one possesses the gift of dreaming by day. Sure, many dream at night, but don__ also small babies and animals dream at night? To dream by day and dream aloud: Is this not the reward for all the troubles we humans must face?

They say __ream Big_ ,but the real concept Nothing Impossible.

Seeing is 'making,' whether you see with your mind or your true self. Try to see with your self, your self and your beast together, and not your busy, frightened mind.

Then there were long, lazy summer afternoons when there was nothing to do but read. And dream. And watch the town go by to supper. I think that is why our great men and women so often have sprung from small towns, or villages. They have had time to dream in their adolescence. No cars to catch, no matinees, no city streets, none of the teeming, empty, energy-consuming occupations of the city child. Little that is competitive, much that is unconsciously absorbed at the most impressionable period, long evenings for reading, long afternoons in the fields or woods.