dreaming

True lovers spend half of their life dreaming to get their beloved and half with nightmares losing them.

As moonlight gently fills your room, your dreams begin to sprout, then bloom.

I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.

I wish you were here,_ I say, shutting my eyes and remembering the way Dad looked in my hallucination.I hear his voice again, so real that I__ worried I__ about to fall into another hallucination. Maybe that__ what I really want. If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?

Dreaming is free.

It is not the hysterical alone for whom the great dash of cold water is good.All who dream life, instead of living it,require some similar shock.

This was like walking the line between dream and sleep. The night-sharp balance of being asleep enough to dream and awake enough to remember what he wanted.

Nothing happened today. I slept. While asleep I dreamed that I was sleeping.

Dreaming is good but dreaming without action makes you a dreamer. Stop dreaming and start acting. That is the only way to take your mental picture to a reality series that can lead to a successful venture.

Contemplating a flame perpetuates a primordial reverie. It separates us from the world and enlarges our world as dreamers. In itself the flame is a major presence, but being close to it makes us dream of far away, too far away. The flame is there, feeble and tiny, struggling to stay in existence, and the dreamer goes on to dream of elsewhere, losing his own being by dreaming on a grand, on a too grand scale by dreaming of the world.

The status quo is persistent and resistant. It exists because everyone wants it to. Everyone believes that what they__e got is probably better than the risk and fear that come with change.

If you__e not smiling at yourself in the mirror, you probably need to check that the life you__e building is aligned to the life you dreamed for yourself. And if you__e not dreaming, you need to start dreaming.

Approaching the state of Delaware, the dreamer is a small dog, dreaming impatiently of a past life, long forgotten, when he sailed tall ships across uncharted. The salt spray of the ocean stings my face.

I had a dream about you. Your skin was sandpaper and your armpits were hollow, filled with dark chocolate and prunes. You offered me coffee and when I said no you handed me black coffee with a note that read "12 reasons not to drink coffee". I knew we would get along.

Dreaming is escaping. Daydreaming is a form of self protection. Dissociation is Survival

Is that actually you or am I dreaming again?

Am I awake or dreaming? It doesn__ matter anymore. When I close my eyes I dream of death and war. When I open my eyes I see death and war.

top connecting with the world. Connect with yourself on your beach. Stop thinking. Stop analyzing. Start feeling. Start dreaming.