#hum

Pinch me…I want to make sure this isn’t some wonderful reality. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #pinching #reality #dreams

Ah, man, when Wolverine grows his face back, he's really gonna be pretty upset. ↗

— Brian Michael Bendis

#spiderman #wolverine #humor

We all look back at some time or other and wonder why we didn't listen to our instincts. Why did we hestiate? Why did we lose our dreams? ↗

— Diane Griffith

#greek-island #heart-warming #humerous #travel #true-adventure

If you count sheep before you go to sleep, are you barrrrr'd from dreams? ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#humour #sleeping #dreams

There's nothing worse than the one that got away. It haunts you for weeks like a bad dream, eats away at your psyche like a termite on softened wood. ↗

— Bruce Littlefield

#inspirational-quotes #lifestyle #dreams

I turned on the television and watched a movie about a girl who’d fallen in love with both a vampire and a werewolf. I’d already seen it a million times, so my eyelids grew heavy, fairly quickly. Ten minutes later I was out cold in my bed and dreaming of Duncan, who turned into a werewolf and was trying to kill my own vampire boyfriend. Every time I tried to see the vampire’s face, however, it was a blur. ↗

— Kristen Middleton

#humorous #movie-inspirational #dreams

People are so cheap. Everyone wants quality, no one wants to pay for it. Here's the suburban dream-- to hire great workers who are such meek morons that they don't have the guts to ask for a living wage. ↗

— Joan Bauer

#truth #dreams

A GI dreams about a long-haired dictionary because it always opens to the same page. ↗

— Edward R. Prisk

#dreams

Are you a psychic if you see something happen before it happens,But the day it happens was a day before you woke up from the dream you saw it in. ↗

— dave jirles

#dreams

It was such ecstacy to dream, and dream - till you got a bite. A scorpion bite. Then the first duty was to get up out of the grass and kill the scorpion; and the next to bathe the bitten place with alcohol or brandy; and the next to resolve to keep out of the grass in the future. Then came an adjournment to the bedchamber and the pastime of writing up the day's journal with one hand and the destruction of mosquitoes with the other - a whole community of them at a slap. Then, observing an enemy approaching - a hairy tarantula on stilts - why not set the spittoon on him? It is done, and the projecting ends of his paws give a luminous idea of the magnitude of his reach. Then to bed and become a promenade for a centipede with forty-two legs on a side and every foot hot enough to burn a whole through a raw-hide. More soaking with alcohol, and a resolution to examine the bed before entering it, in future. Then wait, and suffer, till all the mosquitoes in the neighborhood have crawled in under the bar, then slip out quickly, shut them in and sleep peacefully on the floor till morning. Meantime, it is comforting to curse the tropics in occasional wakeful intervals. ↗

— Mark Twain

#travel #dreams