dreaming

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

Is this life?'Alice wondered, not doubting that the question was original and all her own. 'Is it life to spend your time imagining things that aren't so, and never will be? Beautiful things happen to other people; why should I be the only one they never can happen to?

I had a dream about you. It happened during the day. You used a pencil to erase the ink I wrote over the chalkboard since the professor told me 7 + 4 didn't equal 10. You were really cool about it; in fact, you handed me a bucket of ice. Apparently I needed to chill out.

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.

What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

I can__ walk away from someone I love without saying __ love you_ one last time. I__e known how verymuch I__e loved you for a long time. You think I__ a child and I know nothing about the world or aboutlove. But I know about love. I know about loss. And I know about loneliness, and goodbyes, and aboutnever being able to voice those feelings again.__erhaps you__e said those words, Richard, and don__ mean them. But I never have.

Different cities visit us daily, they exist in the clouds.

Writing is dreaming for me, and I can dream most anywhere.

And she was really good at that: even since she was a little girl, she could eliminate the hours, knew how to kill the minutes. Without them suffering from it, she put them to sleep.

I had a dream that I didn__ care anymore_when I woke up I realized that I was stuck with a big heart.

But if the Dream Kings were mine, what would I have to dream about? If I possessed the impossible landscapes, what would remain of the impossible?

I had a dream about you last night... and found out that friends are a label we love to use, but usually it's just a nice word for "acquaintance.

I should have known right then that I was dreaming. But oh how we hang on to dreams even when we are gifted the largest of clues.

It is not just bookstores and libraries that are disappearing but museums, theaters, performing arts centers, art and music schools_ all those places where I felt at home have joined the list of endangered species. The San Francisco Chronicle, the Los Angeles Times, the Boston Globe and my own hometown paper, The Washington Post, have all closed their weekend book review sections, leaving books orphaned and stranded, poor cousins to television and the movies. In a sign of the times, the Bloomberg News website recently transferred its book coverage to the Luxury section, alongside yachts, sports clubs and wine, as if to signal that books are an idle indulgence of the super-rich. But if there is one thing that should not be denied to anyone rich or poor it is the opportunity to dream.

Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.

Dreaminess is, among other things, a state of suspended recognition, and a response to too much useless and complicated factuality. Its symptoms can be a long-term interest in the weather, or a sustained soaring feeling, or a bout of the stares that you sometimes can not even know about except in retrospect, when the time may seem fogged.

I had a dream about you. You was a crocodile and i was always looking for you with fear. Your teeth were alabaster and your skin green as grass. Unfortunate you had already a girlfriend. And i hoped she finish like a handbag. I love you from my all reptile heart, which is poikilothermic.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.