#dream

I could never really manage to tell reality and my dream world apart, for the two of them co-existed together as they slid over top of each other. ↗

— Shvaugn Craig

#reality #dreams

You don't ask questions of an attic ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#profound #telling #dreams

But I felt like I'd made a journey to the land of fairytales only to find out that the magical world was identical to the real one. Even in fairytales, the sun still burns, sand still works its way into your bikini bottoms, and the diner next door to your motel still scorches toast. ↗

— Holly Schindler

#fairytales #reality #dreams

Reach high for the stars that hidden in your soul. Dream precedes the goal ↗

— Saeed Jones

#dreams

decode........... ↗

— Robin S. Sharma

#dreams

And once the novelist has brought us to this state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied ten-fold, into which his book comes disturb us as might a dream, but a dream more lucid and more abiding than those that come to us in sleep, why then, for the space of an hour he sets free within us all the joys and sorrows in the world. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#swann-s-way #dreams

Shelves full of books are all around me. Opening the different volumes I take a look, and find the pages covered with writings in unknown scripts — tadpole traces, bird feet markings, twisted branches. And in my dream I am able to read them all, to make sense of everything despite its difficulty. ↗

— Jonathan D. Spence

#dream #history #reading #dreams

During those days Fingerbone was strangely transformed. If one should be shown odd fragments arranged on a silver tray and be told, "That is a splinter from the True Cross, and that is a nail paring dropped by Barabbas, and that is a bit of lint from under the bed where Pilate's wife dreamed her dream," the very ordinariness of the things would recommend them. Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable, and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes from the ground as if there were no other pleasure in the world but brown leaves, as if it would deck, clothe, flesh itself in flourishes of dusty brown apple leaves, and then drops them all in a heap at the side of the house and goes on. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#dreams

Intentamos hacer un pequeño Natches, ¿recuerdas? ↗

— Lora Leigh

#lora-leigh #dreams

And you know what happened next in my dream? Dick Cheney and I said the same thing at the same time: "Well, we had a Cold War to win." And then I screamed at him: "I KNEW you would say that! You ALWAYS say that!" But then, since Cheney and I made the same remark at the same time, I realized he owed me a Coke. So I said, "Jinx! You owe me a Coke!" And Vice-President Dick Cheney smiled sheepishly. *Shudder*... I don't even DRINK coke. I tastes like robot sweat. ↗

— David Rees

#cold-war #david-rees #dick-cheney #jinx #robot