Real is not Dreams Dreams are not RealUnless you find the fine line...and erase it

He found himself remembering how on one summer morning they two had started from New York in search of happiness. They had never expected to find it perhaps yet in itself that quest had been happier than anything he expected forevermore. Life it seemed must be a setting up of props around one - otherwise it was disaster. There was no rest no quiet. He had been futile in longing to drift and dream no one drifted except to maelstroms no one dreamed without his dreams becoming fantastic nightmares of indecision and regret.

There are life events that can destroy the personality which is a lot more fragile than most people imagine constructed as it is from bits provided by others in the most haphazard way. People can be torn down to the core shattered as the expression goes and then they seek sleep. And dreams which provide the ground for the construction of a new and more integrated self. Providing theres a core and providing theyre willing to do the work.

I had a dream about you. You were being hung. I had a sword in one hand and a stool in the other. I couldnt decide which one to use so I stood on the stool and threw myself on the sword. It was the least I could do to protest capital punishment.

Theres no heaven as I had known before. Its just a great universe which is available to be enjoyed by souls who dream about it.

I took a deep breath. Are you free tonight There was a long pregnant pause. What about the man in the dream he finally asked. There is no man in the dream.

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.

You dance love and you dance joy and you dance dreams. And I know if I can make you smile by jumping over a couple of couches or running through a rainstorm then Ill be very glad to be a song and dance man.

Dont worry if people think youre crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who theyre destined to be.

I had a dream about you. Your face was puffy like a puffer fish only puffier and I thought it was from crying. Nope turns out you were just fat. But at least you were fat and happy.