We dont choose our wildest dreams. They choose us.

There is a nocturna for every single person in the world And each night the nocturni sip dreams from the River of Knowledge and fly out into the world and deliver them to their humans.

Dreams are humans wings.

Groping blindly in the darkness he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell across the bed or with his head downward pushing deep into the softness of the pillows as if in sleep he wanted to drill through to explore completely that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.

You are loosed from your moorings and are free I am fast in my chains and M a slave You move merrily before the gentle gale and I sadly before the bloody whip You are freedoms swift winged angels that fly around the world I am confined in the bands of iron O that I were free O that if I were on one of your gallant decks under your protecting wing Alas Betwixt me and you the turbid waters roll. Go on go on. O that I could also go Could I but swim If I could fly O why was I born a man of whom to make a brute The glad ship is gone she hides in the dim distance. I am left in the hottest hell of unending slavery. O God save me God deliver me Let me be free Is there any God Why am I a slave I will run away. I will not stand. Get caught or clear Ill try it. I had as well die with ague as the fever. I have only one life to lose. I had as well be killed running as die standing. Only think of it 100 miles straight north and I am free Try it Yes God is helping me I will. It cannot be that I shall live and die a slave. I will take to the water. This is very bay shall yet bear me into freedom. The steamboats steered in the Northeast course from Northpoint. I will do the same and when I get to the head of the bay I will turn my canoe adrift and walked straight through Delaware into Pennsylvania. When I get there I shall not be required to have a pass I can travel without being disturbed. Let but the first opportunity offer and come what will I am off. Meanwhile I will try to bear up under the yoke. I am not the only slave in the world. Why should I be free I can bear as much as any of them. Besides I am but a boy and all boys are bound to some one. It may be that my misery and slavery will only increase the happiness when I get free there is a better day coming. 62 63

It is new indeed for I made it last night in a dream of strange cities and dreams are older than brooding Tyre or the contemplative Sphinx or garden-girdled Babylon.

All of us at one point end face up in a ditch but only a few will choose to look up at the stars and dream.

We are designed with a dreaming brain and a hopeful spirit it is our nature to envision the life of our dreams. And while dreaming comes easy to us we must never forget that it takes strength dedication and courageous action to bring that dream to life

You are only as big as the dreams you dare to live.

The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams. -Oprah Winfrey-