People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream

I had a dream about you making balloon animals for kids. You were out of balloons and the kids were out of patience so you inflated their imaginations instead.

My grandfather was a duck trapperHe could do it with just dragnets and ropesMy grandmother could sew new dresses out of old clothI dont know if they had any dreams or hopesI had em once though I suppose to go alongWith all the ring-dancin Christmas carols on all of the Christmas evesI left all my dreams and hopesBuried under tobacco leaves

My dreams are shaped like a cat only furrier. And my love resembles a dolphin only fishier.

I had a dream about you. I said The sex train leaves in three minutes and lasts for three minutes. Hop on You replied No thanks. I think Ill catch a cab. Well you did catch a cab and then you caught syphilis.

I do know that the gardens of the first lands are still lying there right under the skin of the world- pulsing the way our heartbeat drums under our own skin. And I believe that theres a connectedness between everything that gives some people a deep and abiding affinity to a certain kind of place or creature.Like totemsMaybe. Or maybe something even more personal- something thats impossible to articulate with the vocabulary we have at the moment.This is too weird.Annie shrugged. What can I say Its getting late the stars are out. Once the sun sets I tend to embrace whatever wild spirits are running around in the darkness talking away to each other. I leave the logic of streets and pavement and cars and tall buildings behind and buy into the old magics that theyre whispering about. Sometimes those little mysteries and bits of wisdom stick to the bones of my head and I carry them right out into the sunlight again. Theyre like Jacks stories true and not true all at the same time. They dont exactly shape my life but they certainly colour it. She glanced at him I wouldnt like to live in a world where everythings as cut-and-dried as most people think it is

...and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.

Prayer not only teaches and strengthens one for work work teaches and strengthens one for prayer.

I had a dream about you coming up with non sequiturs. You were a purple giraffe and I was an orange rhino. But we were eating liquid skittles.

The dreams that were buried the deepest were the hardest to get rid of.