If the greatest loss of his life is the loss of a dream hes always known to be a dream then hes among the fortunate ones.

She knew that oftentimes hurtful people were hurting people so she determined to pray for them all the more.

Id known since girlhood that I wanted to be a book editor. By high school Id pore over the acknowledgments section of novels I loved daydreaming that someday a brilliant talent might see me as the person who made her book possible or enhanced every page with editorial wisdom and insight. Could I be the Maxwell Perkins to some future Hemingway Fitzgerald Wolfe

By now you must have guessed I come from another planet. But I will never say to you Take me to your leaders. Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us made of cogs pieces of paper small disks of shiny metal scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them.Instead I will say Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts your sunsets your bad dreams your shoes your nouns. Take me to your fingers take me to your deaths.These are worth it. These are what I have come for.

I had a dream about you. You told me you loved me and then you stabbed me with a spoon. Luckily moments before your attack I assumed the identity of a bowl of Jell-O. Later on in the dream as a half-eaten bowl of Jell-O I launched a successful political campaign got elected and moved to Washington DC.

Its not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said Okay world today Im gonna spaz.

I had a dream about you. You were a lone candle on a barren vanilla cake and I was the mighty breath sent to extinguish your light. I felt like Gods wrath coming down to destroy the Illuminati while you probably thought I was the Satan coming to snuff out the light of the world. And the spectators who were gathered around the spectacle probably thought it was all one big party as they stood still like mindless zombies singing Happy Birthday.

One noi smo bili rekao sam mu ispred neke kue na Florin bulevaru... Lynn je elela da hoda bosa skinula je cipele i stavila ih u tanu. etali smo tako ispred te kue... Onda je ulicom prola neka deurlija sa maskama na licu. Vraali su se sa nekog karnevala. Jedan od njih je priao Lynn i upitao je- Zbog ega vi hodate bosiZaustavili su se i napravili krug oko nas. Svi zajedno su imali godina koliko i mi.- Tako se bre hoda odgovorila im je.- Stvarno rekli su svi u glas.- Da rekla je Lynn skine cipele samo onda kad odlui kuda eli da ide. Kuda vi elite da idete- U Diznilend rekli su- Skinite onda cipele rekla je Lynn. Biete tamo za pet minuta.Klinci su stvarno poskidali cipele i pojurili ka Diznilendu.- Pogledaj ih rekla mi je ure da stignu svoj san.

Men speak of dreaming as if it were a phenomenon of night and sleep. They should know better. All results achieved by us are self-promised and all self-promises are made in dreams awake. Dreaming is the relief of laborthe wine that sustains us in act. We learn to love labor not for itself but for the opportunity it furnishes for dreaming which is the great under-monotone of real life unheard unnoticed because of its constancy. Living is dreaming. Only in the graves are there no dreams.

At times what you expect and what happens dont match. The faster you accept and adapt to what happened work towards creating what you believed that what you expected gets created in a whole new way..