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Already my life was not mine, Now someone has make my Dreams the Tenement so, I have no way other than to love the Patron....! ↗

— M.H. Rakib

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The myth is a surviving fragment of the psychic life of the infancy of the race whilst the dream is the myth of the individual. ↗

— Karl Abraham

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This is it.” Morgan gestured to the French doors like she was modeling a prize on a game show. “Here we have door number one. Will it lead our contestant to the dog-faced man of her dreams? Or will she find an axe-wielding psychopath? Stay tuned. ↗

— Cole Gibsen

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It’s funny how when you say “yes” to something (like the man of your dreams), you don’t think about the fact that you are also saying “no” to something else. ↗

— Amy E. Spiegel

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Everyone knows that a place exists which is not economically or politically indebted to all the vileness and compromise. That is not obliged to reproduce the system. That is writing. If there is a somewhere else that can escape the infernal repetition, it lies in that direction, where it writes itself, where it dreams, where it invents new worlds. ↗

— Hélène Cixous

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We dream of a brighter future, quiet, adjust. But we open hidden doors, doors that destroy our world slowly piece by piece. War will be the end of the human race but even if some survive war will never end. ↗

— Wesley L Phelps

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At what point does reality imitate what we see in our dreams? ↗

— Joann Buchanan

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The only thing he likes better than a nice juicy homicide is a sirloin steak smothered with onions. ↗

— Richard Brautigan

#homicide #noir #steak #dreams

Whatever we may say, all of us suffer from disturbed sleep at times. Some in truth hardly sleep, though some who sleep copiously swear that they do not. Some are disquieted by incessant dreams, and a fortunate few are visited often by dreams of delightful character. Some will say that they were at one time troubled in sleeping but have 'recovered' from it, as though awareness were a disease, as perhaps it is. ↗

— Gene Wolfe

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.....I'm certain I asked for a cowboy one December past-- For I wanted the excitement of pioneers to last; I ached to sing with a fiddle, speak with a drawl and twang; I surely requested John Wayne to be part of my gang. Of course I dreamed of a cowboy in those Yuletides of yore-- For I wanted that ace, that corral fighter, that scout roar; I ached for the authentic frontier hero of the West; I surely requested the sacred battleground's finest. I did pray Santa'd give me a cowboy some time ago-- For I wanted a legend in denim wrangler for beau; I ached to be rounded up safely by my saddled knight; I surely requested I be prospected, mined, settled right... -----excerpted from the poem 'A Cowboy For Christmas' in the book FROM GUAM TO CROWN CITY CORONADO (THANKS TO HERMANN, MISSOURI): A JOURNEY IN POESY, by Mariecor Ruediger ↗

— Mariecor Ruediger

#mariecor-ruediger #missouri #dreams