She slept deeply but as usual she did not dream. It had been months none of them was dreaming anymore. p. 227

Fate had a cruel sense of humor. It had been all his fault anyway whatever Mick or Gillia told him. Careless preoccupation and utter stupidity. Boyhood ignorance and negligence. He was only getting what he deserved over and over again for the rest of his life. If only in his dreams.

...for all its apparent speed the ship was almost perfectly silent and he experienced an enervating eerie feeling as though the ancient warship mothballed all those centuries had somehow not yet fully woken up and events within its sleek hull still moved to another slower tempo made half of dreams.

The lines of fate on my hand once so bright faded into echo.The memory of his face in my dreams once so luminous passed into shadow.

I could never understand what was going on in my dreams I couldnt control the happenings its like I just stood there glued to the ground watching everything around me move and evolve into different scenarios. I was a ghost of myself watching life unravel before my own eyes...

The dreams we imagine when we are asleep should not in any way make us doubt the truth of the thoughts we have when we are awake.

You can create sense out of nonsense something out of nothing. You can create wealth out of dearth viable ventures out of turbulent adventures. You can create mercies out of miseries. You can create tomorrows peace out of todays crisis.

Are we alone Over time you will come up with various answers to that same nagging question. Eventually one day it will occur to you that this endless asking is the answer you have been looking for. The fact that we have an ongoing dialogue with the universe is proof enough that there is something out there.

All that you have been is but a small part a very mere bit of the potential of your life.