Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts sooner or later they change shape leading to misunderstanding loneliness and loss of love.

Answered prayer is the interchange of love between the Father and His child.

If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A Hope-er a Pray-er a Magic Bean buyer If youre a pretender come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin Come in Come in

Many of the most powerful things in life are not tangible. All it takes is for you to close your eyes to see.

I was terrified as only grown men and women can be when they wake in the middle of the night and begin to realize in the absolute silence and solitude all around them that it is not only their dream that has woken them that it is their whole way of life.

He felt the muscle of his heart rip apart and there was nothing he could do but watch it bleed all over the dreams he had never meant to have.

I had a dream about you. We were at a buffet but instead of eating food we were forced to eat our words. You were eating words like Winner Victory and Triumphant while I was eating words like Macaroni Pizza and Meatloaf.

Never surrender your hopes and dreams to the fateful limitations others have placed on their own lives. The vision of your true destiny does not reside within the blinkered outlook of the naysayers and the doom prophets. Judge not by their words but accept advice based on the evidence of actual results. Do not be surprised should you find a complete absence of anything mystical or miraculous in the manifested reality of those who are so eager to advise you. Friends and family who suffer the lack of abundance joy love fulfillment and prosperity in their own lives really have no business imposing their self-limiting beliefs on your reality experience.

What We WantWhat we wantis never simple.We move among the thingswe thought we wanteda face a room an open bookand these things bear our names --now they want us.But what we want appearsin dreams wearing disguises.We fall pastholding out our armsand in the morningour arms ache.We dont remember the dreambut the dream remembers us.It is there all dayas an animal is thereunder the tableas the stars are there.

Dreams that do come true can be as unsettling as those that dont.