I had a dream about you last night... you sat in a cardboard box and said you were a tree.

I had a dream about you last night... I was a brick and you were a blanket. Damn that improbability drive.

I had a dream about you last night... you were there.

I had a dream about you. You were on a bike going 70 miles an hour I could see you approaching my car in the mirror. You were trying to say something so I jumped on the brakes as hard as I could I guess I forgot I had tied your bike on my bumper.

I had a dream about you. You suggested to split the profits so I did. I threw one half in the furnace to power the steam engine and the other half in the air to distract our pursuers.

I had a dream about you. We couldnt decide on a sunrise. You wanted a tan I only cared about the view. Then World War III fulfilled both our desires.

I had a dream about you last night. Eons ago we created a Universe then sat back and watched miniature versions of ourselves try to make all the same mistakes we did.

Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning.

It is not needful for our dreams to be very grand nor very big. It is only needful for our dreams to be very shiny.

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life and never wake up which is what I almost did.