My alarm went off. My sleep went on. Dreaming about coffee is not the same as drinking down coffee.

For double are the portals of flickering dreams.One set is made of horn the other of ivory.And as for those that come through the sawn ivoryThey deceive carrying words that will not be fulfilledBut those that pass on outside through the polished hornDo fulfill the truth whenever any mortal sees them.

I had a dream about you. You were a meow in a vacuum and I was a bark on carpet. I told your parents Id have you home by ten but that was a lie because you were homeless.

If you rescue me from my pipe dreams Ill stop smoking fantasies.

We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming our own consciousness in someone elses mind.

When someone you love dies you are given the gift of second chances. Their eulogy is a reminder that the living can turn their lives around at any point. Youre not bound by the past that is who you used to be. Youre reminded that your feelings are not who you are but how you felt at that moment. Your bad choices defined you yesterday but they are not who you are today. Your future doesnt have to travel the same path with the same people. You can start over. You dont have to apologize to people that wont listen. You dont have to justify your feelings or actions during a difficult time in your life. You dont have to put up with people that are insecure and want you to fail. All you have to do is walk forward with a positive outlook and trust that God has a plan that is greater than the sorrow you left behind. The people of quality that were meant to be in your life wont need you to explain the beauty of your heart. They already understand what being human is----a roller coaster ride of emotions during rainstorms and sunshine sprinkled with moments when you can almost reach the stars.

Temples and churches have become social centers. They have lost their original purpose because the minds of the people are more attracted to worldly things than to prayer. The lips repeat the prayer mechanically like a phonograph record but the mind wanders to other places. 23-24

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest every night alone.

Molitveni jezik jedini je jezik u kojem nema jezinih zabrana. Kako je ve reeno on je obuhvatniji od jezika vjere koja je sigurna u samu sebe. U jeziku molitve moe se naime rei i to da se ne moe vjerovati.

Dreams come true for sure...thats it no other facts or philosophy...they may take a life time of yrs or somebody else but they are there in your heart or in your mind to change into reality.