I had a dream about you painting the scene of a house fire. The clocks were melting and Salvador Dali was riding around in a clown car muttering something about irony.

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.

a spiritual life without prayer is like the gospel without Christ.

Your dreams are worth it. Persevere. Your focus is your power. Harness it.

Prayer is the center of the Christian life. It is the only necessary thing. It is living with God in the here and now.

If the Dreams mean nothing then why are you so afraid to talk about them

I had come from wondrous lands from landscapes more enchanting than life but only to myself did I ever mention these lands and I said nothing about the landscapes which I saw in dreams. My feet stepped like theirs over the floorboards and the flagstones but my heart was far away even if it beat close by false master of an estranged and exiled body.

Whenever I learn a new word I feel strong for I discover a new world. Whenever I share a word I feel weak I give away a sparkle of my dreams. Soar

And while he compared all these things which he was seeing with his eyes to the mental pictures he had painted of them in his homesickness it became clear to him that he was after all destined to be a poet and he saw that in poets dreams reside a beauty and enchantment that one seeks in vain in the things of the real world.