Quotes About Dreams

I dreamed about melons that night. I dreamed that a casaba melon grew in our front yard. Grew and grew and grew. Bigger than our house. Something startled me out of my melon dream. I fumbled for my alarm clock. One A.M. Then I heard a howl. A low, mournful howl. Outside the house. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the window.

My dream is that Cole gets punished for mouthing off the way he usually does. And his punishment is that he has to feed the chickens for the rest of his life. Everyone has to have a dream — right?

What a romantic idea…

Nightmares aren't frightening once you wake up.

Nightmares aren't frightening once you wake up. Memories are.

Nightmares are not terrifying once you are wake up. Memories are.

When you sleep, you give up the choice to control memory.

Well what's in your Amazonian hope chest?

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing Fuck

Supposedly, dreams reflect our hidden fears and secret desires, all clamoring for attention.

This blessing," she said to him. "To dream such glad dreams that you wake laughing.

Frightening delusions would seize her, such as knives coming through the walls and fear of people wanting to kill her. The psychiatric profession might describe such a condition in terms of brain chemistry. In esoteric terms, we might say that the borders were breaking down between three levels—the archetypal world of principles, the lower realm of dreams, and the world of daily life.

The eyes of the young are drawn to the stars, and the spirit of youth is seldom earth-bound.

Yo sé que tiene alas. Que por las noches sueña en alta voz la brisa de plata de sus ruedas. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que canta cuando vuela dormida, abriendo al sueño una celeste senda. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que volando me lleva por prados que no acaban y mares que no empiezan. Yo sé que tiene alas. Que el día que ella quiera, los cielos de la ida ya nunca tendrá vuelta.

Poverty smothers our dreams even before we have finished dreaming them.

As a teenager, I always intended to do my homework. But when the supplicant dead come to you for justice and you also have occasional prophetic dreams, life tends to interfere with your studies.

I possess everyone who sleeps in the motor court, roam their memories, and embed recurrent nightmares that will destroy their sleep for weeks after I've departed them." "I'd prefer a free continental breakfast.

Some people misunderstand evil and believe it will relent, and because their misplaced hope inspires dark hearts to dream darker dreams, they are the fathers and mothers of all wars. Evil does not relent; it must be defeated. And even when defeated, uprooted, and purified by fire, evil leaves behind a seed that will one day germinate and, in blooming, again be misunderstood.

Dreams that are as rich as cream while they unfold are skim milk when we wake, and in time they wash out of our minds, leaving as little residue as water filtered through cheesecloth.

My imagination is as rich as my bank account is empty.

The mild wind made the trees sway gently, in a lullaby rhythm, and the resultant susurration was like the soft sighs and dreamy murmurs of a thousand peacefully slumbering children.

And because it was so wonderful, I slipped back down into that dream of dogs and children and beautiful people who met my eyes and knew me in full, knew me and did not reject me.

Little City wasn't really a city. It was more like a big town, with twenty thousand citizens. There had been fewer than four hundred residents when Thomas Little founded the place, but he had been a man with big dreams and no regard for the truth.

Then perhaps you shouldn't sleep. The imagination has terrifying power.