Quotes About Surreal

Like we'd opened a portal to some level of Hell so profane and obscene even Dante never imagined it.

He lifted his shirt, and on his back was the White Rabbit, wearing his waistcoat and looking at his watch. It was just like the illustration from the book. Only standing next to him, back-to-back, was another White Rabbit wearing a leather motercycle jacket and boots and smoking a cigar.

It doesn't seem real," said Linda. "None of this. It's like we're all dreaming or something. Or maybe we really are dead." "Nah," said Patsy, fluffing her bleach-blond curls. "If this was heaven there'd be more naked men.

felt very floaty, like my body had turned into mist, or like that time in college when I took a hit of acid and had the "Tinkerbell" episode.

Je coulais un regard à George à moitié nu avec sa serviette de toilette puis à Barckley complètement nu avec son... Rien. Un vampire et un loup-garou. Je secouai la tête. C'était pourtant évident:j'avais encore fait l'un de ses rêves où j'étais Anita Blake

I glanced at George half naked in his towel, then at Barkley, completely naked in his . . . nothing. A vampire and a werewolf. I shook my head. It was obvious. I was having one of my Anita Blake dreams again.

She was standing on the moon and if I responded I would be on the moon too, right next to her.

Pana la urma ma scufundam totusi in somn, infasurat intr-un cocon de vise scamoase. Ma topeam in vis ca zaharul in apa, alunecam ca un cursor pe cremaliera uitarii. Magistrale ale visului virau brusc in autostrazi ale realitatii, creand constelatii si engrame pe care cineva, de foarte sus, le-ar fi putut citi ca pe un tatuaj multicolor, iar cineva de foarte jos le-ar fi simtit pe propria piele, ca pe tortura sadica a tatuarii." (MIrcea Cartarescu - Orbitor, Aripa stanga)

Es tan extraño tener un cuerpo, existir en un cuerpo...

What separates a dream come true from a nightmare? If one awakens upon dying in a dream, then what happens at death?

I'm a floating TURNIP HEAD

Our mind has cartoonish thinking, surreal logic of selfishness. That is why news is cartoons. People who undergo plastic surgery are like cartoon characters.

The pills increase the timing of the absurdity of life, and plunging into the amnesia of denial.

The smile and humor of reality as claustrophobia compresses the psyche.

How do I know anything? How is it that my arms stretched out in front of me are so pale? How to I even know that they should be brown like riverbank mud, as they were when I was many goddesses with many worshippers, ruling in lands on the other side of a great, salty ocean? I used to be many, but now we are one, all squeezed together, many necks in one coffle.

Overcooked asparagus dripped off the rim of a platter like clocks in a Dalí painting. And

At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.

We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

En terwijl de trein me wegbracht, kwam ik terecht op planeten waar het altijd nacht is, op roltrappen waar geen einde aan komt en tussen echtgenotes die hun mannen doodslaan met bevroren lamsbouten. Dat was puur genot.

Racing a thoroughbred grand prix car in front of a home crowd will be a surreal and mighty experience.

How, in fact, could a nose, which only yesterday was in the middle of his face, and which could not possibly walk around or drive in a carriage, suddenly turn up in a uniform!

If you could trade out and be, say, Godzilla, wouldn't you jump on it, dear? Couldn't you then forgo your bad haircuts and dour wardrobe and moping ways and begin to have some fun, as Godzilla? What might we have to give you to induce you to become Godzilla and leave us alone? Shall we await your answer?

I was in the middle of a dream about garbage cans and frogs - don't ask, and I won't tell.

The uncanny first impression was again one of private hells coexisting in public space.