dreaming

Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities.

I wake up to find magic, I seek dreams and I crave imagination. This is my creed.

WRITER'S NIGHTMARE""I felt a grip on my arm that shook my body, forcefully pulling me toward a tunnel of darkness. _ The threat of consciousness stole my steady breath. For a moment I believed myself to be under siege; ripped from the sky in mid flight, my wings useless against the monstrous claws shredding my reality. I struggled to remain, to be left alone, aloft. _Reaching with wings that through the power of imagination were suddenly feathered arms, I grabbed at the air. _My hands clutched at something solid. _Wooden. _A desk. _My head spun as I held the furniture, suffering the illusion of falling. _"I was flying," I gasped, realizing suddenly that it had all been a dream. "My best fantasy ever." Lifting my head from its resting spot on the writing desk, I worked mentally to secure the fading images, hoping to capture their essence to memory before they faded away forever. _Bitterness tainted my heart against the hand that had jerked me into sensibility. _Why was I always so callously awakened while doing my best work? _Why not let me dream?

You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck."Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful.

today start with a THOUGHT, turn it into IDEA tomorrow, next day you will see it in REALITY

In that silence, I dream to be.

Dreaming big is very easy, but the anticipation one feels when the dream is almost fulfilled, is unsettling. It is like starving for the cake which you can see on the table, but an unknown fear makes you feel sick and prevents you from taking it

The greatest grace is the sacred life of a fulfilled dream.

I set a high standard for myself.

I stood in your doorway this morningdreaming you__ turn aroundyou__ tilt your headyou__ softly whisper __tay__r that you__ grab my armsto shake me while askingwhat the hell are we doingwe loveeach otherand this is not rightso we will make this worknow stay!You poured your coffee. Stirred the spoon like a crystal manwith your back to me and not a sound. the fridge humming elegies while the clock ticked onand the streets are so clean here people rushing to workand maybe I should be tooby nowat this agethis stagethis town.I will stand in that doorway dreamingfor many nights to come.

I had a dream that my boyfriend went back to his ex_I woke up and giggled because you don__ pick up a rock after finding a diamond.

I had a dream about you. In my dreams you are always different, perhaps even more real to me. How can I explain this to you? It seems like in my dreams I envision parts of you that you prefer keep under surface. You hide from me, as if there was something to hide. You push me away, in fear. Now, I know you are not afraid of me, but that you can__ trust yourself, since it__ beyond your control. I know it__ frightening to love someone that much. I know it because I am afraid, too. And I just wish that for once, we would be afraid together.

You can'tstop dreamingjust becausethe night neverseems toend.

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

I have at least the whole of my life to answer a question: Who am I? And who is the other? A gust of wind at dawn? A motionless landscape? A trembling leaf? A coil of white smoke above a mountain? I write all these words and I hear the wind, not outside, but inside my head. A strong wind, it rattles the shutters through which I enter the dream.

Be determined.You can make it in life.You can make all your dreams come true.

I can see clearly my visions.

Keep dreaming, dreams have no limit.