When the girl didnt move Gavin summoned her near with his fingers. His heart thrummed as she obeyed stepping up close to him. Her young stature was much shorter than his tall wiry form. Gavin regarded her prettiness - pale cheeks pink lips inquisitive eyes. Fascinated by her he longed to know her name.Who are you he asked. He heard the girl utter the same question at the same time.Cocking his head he claimed I asked you first.No you didnt she protested shaking her red-hooded head I asked you at the same time you asked me.Gavin grinned at her insistence. It was hard for him not to chuckle. Well then I suppose well have to go with girls first. His grin widened into a white smile.The girl gestured to herself. Im Little Red Riding Hood.He recognized the name of a fairytale character and groaned under his breath at not having discovered this dreamers real name.Actually she confessed almost immediately Im not really Red Riding Hood. My name is Annabelle but Im pretending to be her becausewellbecause this is my dream and thats what I wish to dream about.Oh glorious day Hed learned her name Annabelle Annabelle What a perfectly sweet sound was this utterance of..Annabelle.

Rocks do not have dreams and thats why they are condemned to stay in the same place To move you must have dreams

Dreams of flying have haunted the collective imagination since time immemorial.

Only now in rhythmic waves was she struck by her stupidity her blindness her estheronautiness and above all her longing the insult of the power of her longing and she knew very well that is was these shortcomings that had made her so eager to interweave in his story the threads of her secret dreams of candor and of painful purifying honesty of a generous togetherness in which everything was possible. For a moment with all that had been spun and stabbed and defiled within her her face took on the expression of a frightened abandoned girl who lunges out to bite who lives unimaginably close to the skins surface ready to be drawn out like a final plan of retreat.

The more things you experience the more you discover what you really like.The more you discover what you really like the more you learn what youre really like.The more you learn what youre really like the more you know what you really want. And why.Share what you want and help make things happen.

We become increasingly aware that the human dream the human drama with all its questionable damaging and often malevolent intention is not real life at all.

We only live if we dream.

Damn you said Arithon. In a shattering change of mood he was laughing. You have it. But whats my word against the grandiloquent predictions of a maudlin and drunken prophetMaybe everything Felirin finished gently. Youre too young to live without dreams.

If only I could be a prince in every world.

Birdie wondered why that so often seemed to be the caseonce you had what you wanted it was a shadow of what youd dreamed it to be.