Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.

Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were read more

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our read more

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.

When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
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When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
To purple daybreak--little thought we pay
To that sweet bitter world we know by day.

In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my read more

In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my own sweet love,
Into my little room above.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of read more

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of our most romantic schemes
Are something more than fictions.

That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking read more

That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking state he may know nothing about it... We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.