dreaming

till, silently_ithout one peep, the angels come, their watch to keep._hey'll hold you safe while dreaming deep. The pillow cool beneath your head,_ll star lit is your feather bed which glides the moonbeams like a sled,_bove towns which glitter blue and red.

Dream!Forge yourself and riseOut of your mind and into others.Men, be women.Fish, be flies.Girls, take beards.Sons, be your mothers.The future of the world now liesIn coral wombs behind our eyes.

I had a dream that I was in someone else__ shoes for once_they were the wrong size.

Even when I'm sleeping, I go to places where you are.

It__ about running wild in a field of exclamation points chasing question marks

How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmaresif there seemed any danger of their coming true!

We waste this life dreaming of another.

What I really needed wasn't a dose of school spirit; it was a glass of water, an aspirin the size of my fist, and the answers to the history exam that I hadn't studied for the night before. "As long as I'm dreaming," I muttered, my words lost to the cacophony of the gym, "I'd also like a pony, a convertible, and a couple of fri

You are very much lovable, that even dreaming you every night is not repeated.

The night was so balmy that breathing ceased to be a habitual sensation, becoming much closer to something like the gaseous ingestion of a mango, the velvet caress of a hand or the soft skin of a fresh peach. Sleeping, lying down or sitting up, was, on that night, a divine human penitence, a miracle unexpected and unrealized, intuitive and peaceful in a unique opportunity.

Summer is the time for dreaming, and then you have to stop. But some people go on dreaming all their lives, and cannot change.

A tired man lay down his headin a dusty room so dim,and for so long his wife did shakeand yell to waken him.Meanwhile his thoughts, his dreams, did stirof sandy, red bullfights,of powder-blasts in the airand carnival delights.Yet still his wife was in despairin a dusty room so dim,for she knew death was a whorenot far from tempting him.

I had a dream about you. You were a stranger playing a gig in this pub where I was waitressing. I felt like I knew you or needed to, so I asked you to have a few drinks with me. Then my alarm went off. I sat up in bed to see you still sleeping. I__ glad I decided to wear a kilt that summer while I was in school.

All my dreams will be fulfilled at the proper time.

Keep dreaming.If you stop dreaming, you stop living.

To give up dreaming is to betray yourself!

Dreams don't come true, they are true.

Dreams free us from normality. Daydreams, especially, take us somewhere between the real world and the dream world.