One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand read more

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.

rnI'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.

rnI'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, thereare still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting read more

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, thereare still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in read more

Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in waking, would make every man a Dante or Shakespeare.

Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.

Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.

Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and read more

Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and dreaming is important because the more dreams you have, the better chance you have of one coming true.

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
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Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And say, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel, writing in a book of gold;
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said--
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And, with a look made all of sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
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Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
Away from the world that slaves for money--
Come, journey the way with me.