Some dreams tell us what we wish to believe. Some dreams tell us what we fear. Some dreams are of what we know though we may not know we know it. The rarest dream is the dream that tells us what we have not known.

Trying to remember old dreams. A voice. Who came in.And meanwhile the rain all day all eveningquiet steady sound. Before it grew too darkwatched the blue iris leaning under the rainthe flame of the poppies guttered and went out.A voice. Almost recalled. There have been timesthe gods entered. Entered a room a caveA long enclosure where I was the fourth wall of ittoo distant or too dark to see. The birds are silentno moths at the lit windows. Only a swaying rosebushpierces the tables reflection raindrops gazing from it.There have been hands laid on my shoulders.What has been said to mehow has my life repliedThe rain the rain...

A single prayer of yours a few words whispered on your knees in humble submission to the God of our fathers and a firm belief that what you ask will in fact be done... and the entire world changes.

the man eventually becomes what he dreams ofBy T. Afsin Ilgar - Teds Tale

The poorest person on earth is not the person who has no job no cars no money and no house. The poorest person is the one who has no vision. Visionlessness is poverty in disguise.

Her passions were narrow but deep.

Those who dream big and work hard can expect great success.

Fire and water logic and reasonthose footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.

Imagination makes the worldand all the wonders in it.The seed of every dream unfurlsas you with love begin it

Dream about things that envelop your being like a comfortable blanket.