Outside across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests.

Joni discovered the best way to put the halter on her horse without being animal resisting and fleeing was to turn her back until he nuzzled up to her. At that point she could slip the halter on. Just so she surmises sometimes God waits for us to turn our backs on what we desire most and to trust Him.

I had a dream about you. I was a cat. You were a red dot. And even those times I caught you we couldnt touch. But still I chased you anyway.

Lying on her cushiony lap I gaze into the upside down world. I see my dreams in her eyes.

She will not come back but her beauty her voice will echo until the end of time. She believed in something beyond herself and her death gave her voice power it didnt havein life. She was pure like your father. We you and Ihe touches my chest with the back of his index fingerare dirty. We are made for blood. Rough hands. Dirty hearts.We are lesser creatures in the grand scheme of things but without us men of war no one except those of Lykos would hear Eos song. Without our rough hands the dreams of the pure hearts would never be built.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But theres music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

I had a dream about you. Dinner for two turned into dinner for three when you told me you were pregnant. I was excited but a little nervous because we were at a fancy restaurant and I only had enough money in my wallet to pay for two. So being the gentleman I am I suggested that we skip out on the bill after we were finished eating.

I had a dream about you. I had a boomerang and you had a Frisbee. You asked if I wanted to play catch and I said yes. Then you stood around waiting for me to throw to you and I just looked at you like you were crazy because I had a boomerangand therefore I didnt need you to play catch. Geez youre as useless as the Central Bank.

Dreams in their vivid coloring of life As in that fleeting shadowy misty strife Of semblance with reality which brings To the delirious eye more lovely things Of Paradise and Love- and all our own Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that its not the answer.