Earthborn animals do this thing inside their brainsa sort of firing-off of synapses controlled insanity. While theyre asleep. The part of their brain that records sight or sound its firing off every hour or two while they sleep even when all the sights and sounds are complete random nonsense their brains just keep on trying to assemble it into something sensible. They try to make stories out of it. Its complete random nonsense with no possible correlation to the real world and yet they turn it into these crazy stories. And then they forget them. All that work coming up with these stories and when they wake up they forget almost all of them. But when they do remember then they try to make stories about those crazy stories trying to fit them into their real lives. They change what their stories mean. They transform things so that the same memory can mean a thousand different things. Even from their dreams sometimes they make up out of that randomness something that illuminates everything. Even if the vast majority of them are wrong even if ninety-nine of every hundred is stupid and wrong out of those thousands of ideas that still leaves them with a hundred good ones. Thats how they make up for being so stupid and having such short lives and small memories.

If youre alive kick into drive. Chase whimsies. See if you can turn dreams into a way to make a living if not an entire way of life.

The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams. -Oprah Winfrey-

Love is the castle doubt is the moat desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.

We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

Who worries for dying If I close my eyes tonight I will either dream or not or my eyes will open and I will be here again. And if none of those happen and I do not wake Who worries for dying

That girl dead and gone her spirit trapped forever just inside town limitsshed come from someplace was going somewhere. Until destiny had stepped into the road in front of her stopped her forward motion drawn a killing claw against the white fluttering swell of her future. Whispering Oh no you dont.When you made plans the saboteurs came out to play.

Death Ive dreamed of it Ive desired it but what real happiness can come from it

...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...

Finding her voice at last she asked What dreams are you having sir I dreamt I was in a spring field and a woman stands in the shadows just at the edge of the nearby forest. I havent yet seen her face only her long beautiful hair. I always wake too soon. He reached up to touch the hawk touchstone around his throat as he described his dream rubbing it absently between his fingers. Lily lowered her lashes to hide her astonishment. When you see someone in a dream but cannot see their face it means you havent met them yet she explained. Then perhaps Ill dream of her again tonight and this time Ill see her face. He smiled reaching across the table to take her left hand and lift it to his lips. My name is Ian Kelly and it would give me the greatest pleasure to know yours. Lily Evans. Around here I go by Raven. She raised a shoulder indicating the gypsy tent. Lily--indeed a most beautiful name. Now tell me he stared pointedly at her hand I see no ring that another has claimed you as his so my confidence is strengthened. Look at your cards again milady and tell me if you see me in your future