I had a dream about you. It was raining and you were anorexic and shaped like an umbrella. We fell in love like a desert has a dry sense of humor. I laughed so hard I got dehydrated and sunburned.

You miss 100 of the shots that you dont take. Still wondering whether it is worth giving a shot at your dreams

He thought he was walking along a dusty road that showed white in the gathering darkness of a summer night. Whence and whither it led and why he traveled it he did not know though all seemed simple and natural as is the way in dreams for in the Land Beyond the Bed surprises cease from troubling and the judgment is at rest.

All the answers i seek lie within me but inner quietude is mandatory before those become loud and clear.

May your dreams be fleeting Gravier says to us and I smile. I dont want my dreams to be fleeting tonight. Tonight I hope I would see something anything to put my mind at ease. I fear I would get the opposite but I still drift off in the hope if they were of the nightmarish kind that then they would be fleeting after-all.

Today is your wright-time. Anything worth writing will be or has been written already. A great story chooses its writer lest no wright should boast. Just write If you dont you will come right in contact with your thoughts someplace soon.

Every answer I seek lies within me. Any outward seeking for my answers can only take me as far as my inner self permits.

I had a dream about you. You were drinking apple juice and I was drinking horse piss though the spectators in the stadium couldnt tell who was drinking what even though one million dollars for guessing correctly was on the line.

The light that colors the embraces the gods is the light that resides in your heart.

If coffee were like dreams then I would be wired in constant bliss never needing sleep to live out my dreams.