Everyone that steps on to the ladder of success must have hope. Without it no one is able to reach the top.

Dreams can only become reality when they are sought after with the spirit of boldness.

You can create you different world with your loving one in talks only. This doesnt need to be there but with the heart and true care you can enjoy everything in the world

Imagination is the other end of Reality.

Life is full of disparate details arbitrarily joined together by dreams pain and yearning. I do not long for sense but I call for emotion and imagination amidst this chaos.

He thought he was walking along a dusty road that showed white in the gathering darkness of a summer night. Whence and whither it led and why he traveled it he did not know though all seemed simple and natural as is the way in dreams for in the Land Beyond the Bed surprises cease from troubling and the judgment is at rest.

I have dreamed of that song of the strange words to that simple rhyme-song and on several occasions I have understood what she was saying in my dreams. In those dreams I spoke that language too the first language and I had dominion over the nature of all that was real. In my dream it was the tongue of what is and anything spoken in it becomes real because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick og everything. In my dreams I have used that language to heal the sick and to fly once I dreamed I kept a perfect little bed-and-breakfast by the seaside and to everyone who came to stay with me I would say in that tongue Be whole. and they would become whole not be broken people not any longer because I had spoken the language of shaping.

In the absence of sleep my restless nights have been fueled by my overactive imagination weaving waking dreams onto the canvas of conception. Filling my head with lots of ideas waiting to be born into reality. I am eager to return to my beautiful mistress Creation

A Writer is Actor Creator Director Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.

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