It is when one begins to lose the consciousness of freedom and when the idea of necessity enters the world at all when there is any hurry or strain anywhere a letter to be written or a train to catch when you have got to work to make the horses of the dream gallop or to make the rifles go off that the dream is declining and turning into the nightmare which belongs to the poorest and most vulgar class of dreams.

Even if she be not harmed her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking from her nerves and in sleep from her dreams.

For some people their fear to lose is greater than their desire to succeed so they end up doing nothing and their dreams become impossible.

At other times at the edge of a wood especially at dusk the trees themselves would assume strange shapes sometimes they were arms rising heavenwards or else the trunk would twist and turn like a body being bent by the wind. At night when I woke up and the moon and the stars were out I would see in the sky things that filled me simultaneously with dread and longing. I remember that once one Christmas Eve I saw a great naked women standing erect with rolling eyes she must have been a hundred feet high but along she drifted growing ever longer and ever thinner and finally fell apart each limb remaining separate with the head floating away first as the rest of her body continued to waver

Fear is the thief of dreams.

Do I dare Disturb the universe