I had a dream about you. You were wearing a spaghetti strainer as a helmet and I said I demand you take my fishbowl off your head at once. But the truth is it didnt matter because my fish had dried up and died weeks ago. Thats kind of like how love works no

You dont need to sit on a throne before you have the chance to dream you dont have to feel fat meat in-between your molars to become a strategic dreamer. You can be a dreamer once you can think dreams are germinate from imaginations and survive through actions Indecision weakens dreams inaction kills them

I had a dream about you. You wore all yellow and I wore all blue and together we were trying to make the world a little greener. Not through sex as I wanted but through recycling.

From Les MiserablesAll at once in the midst of this profound calm a fresh sound arose a sound as celestial divine ineffable ravishing as the other had been horrible. It was a hymn which issued from the gloom a dazzling burst of prayer and harmony in the obscure and alarming silence of the night womens voices but voices composed at one and the same time of the pure accents of virgins and the innocent accent of children -- voices which are not of the earth and which resemble those that the newborn infant still hears and which the dying man hears already. This song proceeded from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden. At the moment when the hubbub of demons retreated one would have said that a choir of angels was approaching through the gloom.Cosette and Jean Valjean fell on their knees.They knew not what it was they knew not where they were but both of them the man and the child the penitent and the innocent felt that they must kneel.These voices had this strange characteristic that they did not prevent the building from seeming to be deserted. It was a supernatural chant in an uninhabited house. While these voices were singing Jean Valjean thought of nothing. He no longer beheld the night he beheld a blue sky. It seemed to him that he felt those wings which we all have within us unfolding.The song died away. It may have lasted a long time. Jean Valjean could not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment.

I neither knew nor cared whether my experience was insanity dreaming or magic but was determined to gaze on brilliance and gaiety at any cost.

Joni discovered the best way to put the halter on her horse without being animal resisting and fleeing was to turn her back until he nuzzled up to her. At that point she could slip the halter on. Just so she surmises sometimes God waits for us to turn our backs on what we desire most and to trust Him.

Ive come down from the skylike some damned ghost delayedtoo longTo the abandoned fieldsthe trees returned and grew.They stand and grow. Time comesTo them time goes the treesStand the only placeThey go is where they are.Those wholly patient onesThey do no wrong and theyAre beautiful. What moreCould we have thought to ask...I stand and wait for lightto open the dark night.I stand and wait for prayerto come and find me here. Sabbaths 2000 IX

I had a dream about you. Dinner for two turned into dinner for three when you told me you were pregnant. I was excited but a little nervous because we were at a fancy restaurant and I only had enough money in my wallet to pay for two. So being the gentleman I am I suggested that we skip out on the bill after we were finished eating.

The Dream KeeperBring me all of your dreamsYou dreamerBring me all yourHeart melodiesThat I may wrap themIn a blue cloud-clothAway from the too-rough fingersOf the world.

I had a dream about you. I had a boomerang and you had a Frisbee. You asked if I wanted to play catch and I said yes. Then you stood around waiting for me to throw to you and I just looked at you like you were crazy because I had a boomerangand therefore I didnt need you to play catch. Geez youre as useless as the Central Bank.