Is that me?, "Leo said." me -having this dream- looking at me having a dream?

Harlem What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up a raisin in the sun? Or fester a sore And then run? Does it stink rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags a heavy load. Or does it explode?

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

Let go of the past and go for the future. Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you imagined.

I had a dream about you last night... you were a giant slinky and I watched you fall down the stairs.

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.

...Dreams come to tell us something about our lives that we are missing.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.

I had a dream about you last night. The champagne was non-alcoholic. You didn't notice, and laughed at my jokes anyway.

Ester asked why people are sad. That’s simple, says the old man. They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people's ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.