Pinch meI want to make sure this isnt some wonderful reality.

Self talk and self prayer When you audible the first and correctly interpret the white coats correct you in a nuthouse. When you audible the second and misinterpret the dinner coats swear you to an oath in the White House. Does this make you nuts too Then outfit your sanity seeking political asylum at my house.

I had a dream about you. You took a cruise and I took a canoe. I paddled alongside your ship out into the Atlantic Ocean and down to the Caribbean. I shouted I love you the whole way but you couldnt hear me probably because that man you were with was talking the whole time.

You cant be creative without criticism. If your life is without critics then maybe you are painting your lifes masterpiece with only a broken brown crayon.

Dreams are fragile. Reality is a clumsy postman.

When your dreams turn into a nightmare its time to wake up.

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...the distance needed for humor is always missing from dreams.

I had a dream about you. I should have waited until you were finished eating to tell you I love you because you vomited all over my tablecloth. But thats OK because it was multi-colored and brown and green.

I had a dream about you. You were a her named Penny but you were even more worthless than a cent. And I was a businessman who owned coin-operated used bubblegum dispensers.