The tension between what is and what we dream of is important. Not to discount what we have but to hold onto that middle ground because its in there that the magic happens.

I had a dream about you last night... you sat in a cardboard box and said you were a tree.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.

I had a dream about you last night... I was a brick and you were a blanket. Damn that improbability drive.

I had a dream about you last night... you were there.

I had a dream about you. You suggested to split the profits so I did. I threw one half in the furnace to power the steam engine and the other half in the air to distract our pursuers.

...she fell into a long sleep and dreamed he dreams of the dream tree.

You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.

My son your ineptitude is so vast your incompetence so profound that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known. Unfortunately it seems to be working backward at the moment and even I can find no way to set it right. It must be that you are meant to find your own way to reach your power in time but frankly you should live so long as that will take you. Therefore I grant it that you shall not age from this day forth but will travel the world round and round eternally inefficient until at last you come to yourself and know what you are. Dont thank me. I tremble at your doom.

I had a dream about you. We couldnt decide on a sunrise. You wanted a tan I only cared about the view. Then World War III fulfilled both our desires.