#dream

Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it? ↗

— Stephen King

#brief #dreams #sweet #dreams

… we have bad dreams because our brain is trying to protect us… If we can figure out a way to beat the imaginary monsters … Then the real monsters don’t seem so scary… That’s why we like reading scary stories. ↗

— Dan Poblocki

#monsters #scared #dreams

If he can't sleep, how will he ever dream? ↗

— Eddie Vedder

#lyrics #music #dreams

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb. ↗

— Roger Waters Pink Floyd

#the-wall #dreams

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . . Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew — And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. ↗

— John Gillespie Magee Jr.

#poetry #dreams

Doing what you love isn't a priviledge; it's an obligation. ↗

— Barbara Sher

#dreams

We need men who can dream of things that never were. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#dreams

How low am I, thou painted maypole? (Hermia to Helena) ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things. ↗

— Zhuangzi

#dreams #existence #taoism #dreams

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dreams