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 ourselves.

I always wished for this, but it\'s almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

I always wished for this, but it\'s almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in read more

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting read more

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.

You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'

You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream read more

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming read more

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest like an angel in the clouds.

When your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme.

When your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme.