Death is its own best friend and our dreams know it.

Secure your dreams for they are the wings of your soul and when vulnerable flight is inconceivable.

Let your light shine.

Our Dreams not just a Dreams It can be reality.

He thought he was walking along a dusty road that showed white in the gathering darkness of a summer night. Whence and whither it led and why he traveled it he did not know though all seemed simple and natural as is the way in dreams for in the Land Beyond the Bed surprises cease from troubling and the judgment is at rest.

I had a dream about you. I ran a marathon like a mannequin stands still and you stood still like Roger Bannister runs errands.

As he lay there he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of his neck and he couldnt believe how empty his mouth felt now that it only had his own tongue in it.

I had a dream about you. You were Mickey Mantle and I was a fireplace without a mantle. I didnt like baseball so I kept telling you that you could do something productive with your life like becoming a Tupperware salesman.

I had a dream about you. You were riding a walrus like a cowboy and I was riding a cowboy like a cowboy. I waved at you and you waved your lasso over your head. Thats how I got roped into buying a new car.

Ones longing is not so much there for sense-gratification profit and self-preservation instead ones karma is there for no other purpose than inquiring after the Absolute Truth.