Its not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said Okay world today Im gonna spaz.

I had a dream about you. You were a lone candle on a barren vanilla cake and I was the mighty breath sent to extinguish your light. I felt like Gods wrath coming down to destroy the Illuminati while you probably thought I was the Satan coming to snuff out the light of the world. And the spectators who were gathered around the spectacle probably thought it was all one big party as they stood still like mindless zombies singing Happy Birthday.

Men speak of dreaming as if it were a phenomenon of night and sleep. They should know better. All results achieved by us are self-promised and all self-promises are made in dreams awake. Dreaming is the relief of laborthe wine that sustains us in act. We learn to love labor not for itself but for the opportunity it furnishes for dreaming which is the great under-monotone of real life unheard unnoticed because of its constancy. Living is dreaming. Only in the graves are there no dreams.

Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi Da li nam se ta duboka enja djetinje nerazumnosti posigurno javlja samo kao tuni znak izvezen na mahramama i na safijanskim koricama nepotrebnih knjiga

And I came to understand in a way I never had before that books are truly the stuff of miracles. I even dared to dream that someday somehow I might surround myself with books from many times and many tongues...

At times what you expect and what happens dont match. The faster you accept and adapt to what happened work towards creating what you believed that what you expected gets created in a whole new way..

Hope is a dream of which we long to have. Dont let anyone ever tell you that you cant hope for something because hope brings joy and joy brings happiness and its all tied up in a big ball of love.

There are life events that can destroy the personality which is a lot more fragile than most people imagine constructed as it is from bits provided by others in the most haphazard way. People can be torn down to the core shattered as the expression goes and then they seek sleep. And dreams which provide the ground for the construction of a new and more integrated self. Providing theres a core and providing theyre willing to do the work.

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as youre waking up from them but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.

And for all I can tell the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing and what only one sees we call a dream. But things that many see may have no taste or moment in them at all and things that are shown only to one may be spears and water-spouts of truth from the very depth of truth.