Quotes About Dreams

I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must cover with sheets. [from "After an Absence"]

The dream world of sleep and the dream world of music are not far apart. I often catch glimpses of one as I pass through a door to the other, like encountering a neighbor in the hallway going into the apartment next to one's own. In the recording studio, I would often lie down to nap and wake up with harmony parts fully formed in my mind, ready to be recorded. I think of music as dreaming in sound.

The thing you have to be prepared for is that other people don't always dream your dream.

America. The United States. The rumor was that about three thousand boys and young men from the refugee camps would be chosen to go live in America!

Individuals are custodians of the life stream -- temporal manifestations of far greater being, forming from and returning to their essence like so many dreams.

Second star to the right-" "-and straight on till morning? Yeah, I've heard that one before. Lit of the Ancient Homeworlds 101....

All my life I've wanted to be the kid who gets to cross over into the magical kingdom.

What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

We chase after ghosts and spirits and are left holding only memories and dreams. It's not that we want what we can't have; it's that we've held all we could want and then had to watch it slip away.

In my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times.

One might point to the great illumination that has resulted from Freud's analysis of the abracadabra of our dreams. No one can any longer dismiss the fantasy because it is logically inconsistent, superficially absurd, or objectively untrue.

There is nothing more nerve-wracking than being inches from a lifelong goal.

Foolishly romantic, yeah, sure, maybe: but she'd rather have dreams of Prince Charming than the reality of Mr. Wrong.

She spent all her free time either drawing the strange things she saw in her dreams, or with her nose inside historical novels. The world held in the pages of history felt like the real world, and the present day an illusion she had to suffer through until she could escape back into the pages of a book.

You know that feeling when you're suddenly startled out of a deep sleep, and you're in that hazy middle world where you're not sure what's real—like maybe you actually could be chasing after an ice cream truck wearing only fishing waders and a canary yellow bridesmaid's dress, or you're just one answer away from winning a year's supply of adult diapers on a Japanese game show? —SINGLE-MINDED

I slide down between the sheets beside him, like a secret letter slipped into the safety of an envelope. And dream of ancient places, where everyone is young.

Sometimes on the way to your dream, you get lost and find a better one.

When I read a book it feels like real life and when I put the book down it's like I go back into the dream.

Stories,' she says, 'are the only thing in this world that are real. Everything else is just a dream.

Poppy's hands fall on to the book. 'Stories', she says, 'are the only thing in this world that are real. Everything else is just a dream.

Neither of them were setting the world alight but then whose children did? All those hopes and dreams and talk of ballerinas and pop stars, concert pianists and boundary-breaking scientists. They all ended up in an office. All of them.

her sleep vigilantly

Music had always conjured up a sense of another life . . . of other, better ways of feeling and existing and being.

All those hopes and dreams and talk of ballerinas and pop stars, concert pianists and boundary-breaking scientists. They all ended up in an office. All of them.