#dream

My hips bristle with totems and talismans, proof that I am not simply a character in a fixed book or film. I am no single narrative. As neither Rebecca de Winter nor Jane Eyre, I am free to revise my story, to reinvent myself, my world, at any given moment. Advancing beside Archer, I am resplendent in my savage finery of seized power. In my service charge the collected blackguards of a dozen tyrants now dispatched to a lesser oblivion. My fingers, stained crimson with the blood of despots, are not the fingers which paged through the paper lives of helpless romantic heroines. No more am I a passive damsel who waits for circumstance to decide her fate; now have I become the scalawag, the swashbuckler, the Heathcliff of my dreams bent on rescuing myself. For now do I embody all the traits I had so hoped to find in Goran. Meaning: No longer am I limited. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#damned #dreams

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#memory #wisdom #wonder #dreams

But Grover’s voice was already growing fainter. ‘Sweet dreams. Don’t let me die! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#dreams

You're something between a dream and a miracle. ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#dreams

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams. ↗