Reality is not made of dreams until you make them real.

Youll let him talk you out of your dreams. Thats what love does sometimes- talks you out of your dreams. Not me Katie said. Jack would talk me into my dreams.

I had a dream I was in a dream and then that dream told me I was in someone elses sock drawer.

Through dreams God awakened me through prayers God directed me.

All the nightmares will come true whether you try or not but for your dreams to come true you have to do everything.

When flying dreams hit the soil of reality all that remains are the imprints of experience.

It had happened. I had brought the dream out into reality and it had dissolved. It was just a dream and had found no purchase in the real world where it was dependent on other people for its realization. I wished that I could have sucked my words back inside where they had lived a colorful life of promise had been nurtured by hope and had never been tested

To write your dreams of fantasy is to create fantasy in anothers dreams

According to Benedicts scheme the community reads through... the entire book of Psalms every week. The monks are therefore exposed... to all the despairing doubtful bitter vindictive jingoistic nationalistic and seemingly racist passages in the Psalter. It is not that every sentiment expressed by a psalmist is admirable but that in praying the Psalms we confront ourselves as we really are. The Psalms are a reality check to keep prayer from becoming sentimental superficial or detached from the real world.

I suppose it is submerged memories that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well something nebulous gauze-like through which everything one sees in a dream seems paradoxically much clearer. A pond becomes a lake a breeze become a storm a handful of dust is a desert a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theater is it in which we are at once playwright actor stage manager scene painter and audience