Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldnt happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she Francie was the dreamer

I had a dream about you last night. I could fly. I was going to use this power to impress you but you were too heavy to carry so I won you over with my personality instead

Hed stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it anyway in dreams and lies and broken-down dj vu.

Dreams are deformed reflections of ourselves - less stable and more ungraspable than we are upon which we in our turn assume the right to reflect upon and to determine.

We chase dreams and embrace shadows.

I had a dream about you last night.. you were holding a pine cone and introducing him as Gerald.

Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will So that men sometimes in their dreams confessAn unsuspected or forgotten self -Since Dreaming Madness Passion are akinIn missing each that salutory reinOf reason and the grinding will of man.

..when someone says please pray for me they are not just saying lets have lunch sometime. They are issuing an invitation into the depths of their lives and their humanity- and often with some urgency. And worry is not a substitute for prayer. Worry is a starting place but not a staying place. Worry invites me into prayer. As a staying place worry can be self-indulgent paralyzing draining and controlling. When I take worry into prayer it doesnt disappear but it becomes smaller.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

Because maybe Watonka was only ever supposed to be a temporary stopover and maybe I will chase that train over the hill and maybe were all destined to leave this place for sure for real together or alone. But for right now were here.