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There are symbolic dreams-dreams that symbolize some reality. Then there are symbolic realities-realities that symbolize a dream ↗

— Haruki Murakami

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dream interpretation were ways of converting our little personal miseries into big robust myths ↗

— Justin Evans

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I had a dream about you. We installed Dr. Robert Jarvik’s artificial heart in a mannequin and brought it to life, only to later kill it because a creature that’s all fake heart and no brain is what’s commonly called a “politician,” and must be destroyed.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

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I had a dream about you. You were naked, and you had the body of a mannequin, with the face of a politician. And as I gazed at you, I couldn’t tell which of the two was more phony—the real fake of your body, or the fake real of your face.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

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I had a dream about you. You glued a fake beard on a mannequin and had it running a monetary printing press nonstop, and you planned on creating dollar bills forever, or until you devalued it to the point where savings were destroyed, lives devastated, and you continued laughing all the way to the bank, which you owned.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

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I had a dream about you last night.. You pretended not to be a three hole punch. ↗

— Amy Summers

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If you want to fulfil your dreams, stay away from the people who look down on you. Those who try to finish every single sentence for you. Those people are called dream killers. ↗

— Euginia Herlihy

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... dream's evanescence, the way in which, on awakening, our thoughts thrust it aside as something bizarre, and our reminiscences mutilating or rejecting it—all these and many other problems have for many hundred years demanded answers which up till now could never have been satisfactory. ↗

— Sigmund Freud

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On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their mark, to bite back at the dreams sold to them in newspaper advertisements and on the radio. They have sores on their feet but stars in their eyes. ↗

— Libba Bray

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I walk alone, absorbed in my fantastic play, — Fencing with rhymes, which, parrying nimbly, back away; Tripping on words, as on rough paving in the street, Or bumping into verses I long had dreamed to meet. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

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