Do any of us except in our dreams truly expect to be reunited with our hearts deepest loves even when they leave us only for minutes and on the most mundane of errands No not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much we reason how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love

Dreams are the psyches way of taking a good dump every now and then. And that people who dream - or dont dream in a way they can often remember when they wake up - are mentally constipated in some way.

His so-fucking-vivid imagination rarely gave him the horrors but when it did God help him. God help him once it was warmed up. It was not only warmed up now it was hot and running on full choke. That there was no sense at all in what he was thinking made not a whit of difference in the dark. In the dark rationality seemed stupid and logic a dream. In the dark he thought with his skin.

He had been Thinking Praying It was all the same thing.

The eyes were damned the staring glaring eyes of one who sees but does not see eyes ever turned inward to the sterile hell of dreams beyond control dreams unleashed risen out of the stinking swamps of the unconscious.

Creo que todo sueo que se repite tiene algo de misterioso pues nos hace percatarnos de que el inconsciente est cavando obsesivamente para desenterrar un objeto que se niega a salir.

You grew up became a man had to adjust to taking less than you hoped for you discovered the dream-machine had a big OUT OF ORDER sign on it.

Like all sweet dreams it will be brief but brevity makes sweetness doesnt it