As he lay there he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of his neck and he couldnt believe how empty his mouth felt now that it only had his own tongue in it.

And much like the despairity of the woman who can never bear children my dreams can never bear fruit. They are the mountains I can never climb.The hurdles I can never leap.The seas I can never cross. The skies I can never look up to.Yet I adopt them. Unblemished.Guilt-free.

I had a dream about you. You were Mickey Mantle and I was a fireplace without a mantle. I didnt like baseball so I kept telling you that you could do something productive with your life like becoming a Tupperware salesman.

I had a dream about you. You were riding a walrus like a cowboy and I was riding a cowboy like a cowboy. I waved at you and you waved your lasso over your head. Thats how I got roped into buying a new car.

I put complains aside and replace each of them with trials and to my surprise some things I see as difficult were not so before I conclude that Success resides behind the curtains of complains tear those pieces of complains away and you will see the stage of your dreams clearly

There was a crash like the falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass mirrors and crystal prisms.

Ones longing is not so much there for sense-gratification profit and self-preservation instead ones karma is there for no other purpose than inquiring after the Absolute Truth.

Growing up I had a lot of dreams. I was depressed and I slept all the time.

I had a dream about you. You were drinking apple juice and I was drinking horse piss though the spectators in the stadium couldnt tell who was drinking what even though one million dollars for guessing correctly was on the line.

I had a dream about you. We were both surrounded by poor people but there was one big differenceI was poor but you were rich. Thats why I was shocked when you tried to rob me. After all I was one of many who voted you into power.