How do we know were not people in a movie she asked.I looked at her not knowing how to reply.Mama ... how do we know that things are realGreat. Now we have a junior existentialist in the house.Well we dont know. We just have to hope that what we think is real is real.But how do we know she asked insistently.Ah a scientist who wants empirical evidence.We dont know. We just have to hope.Mama how do we know things arent a dream You know how sometimes life feels like a dream Do you ever feel that wayYes sweetie I feel that way all the time.

This wasnt prayer anyway it was just argument with the gods.Prayer he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

He knew that she had been dreaming that night and he knew what her dreams were about. She had forgotten them. He forebode to look at her. It gave him a grim horrible and rather uncanny sensation to think that a vivid lacerating life could go on when one sunk in unconsciousness a life so real that it could cause tears to stream down the face and twist the mouth in woe and yet when the sleeper woke left no recollection behind.

Dreams disdain fine lines and finishing touches on landscapes they content themselves with thick but representative brushstrokes.

We all have our dreams. May we find them and God have mercy on us when we do.

Death is a part of Life they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the Endless Consciousness

He wished he was with his mom in her library where everything was safe and numbered and organized by the Dewey decimal system. Ben wished the world was organized by the Dewey decimal system. That way youd be able to find whatever you were looking for like the meaning of your dream or your dad.

If one does die taking these drugs the death is likely to be very peaceful. Morphia is after all the goddess of dreams.

Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.

The idea of going to the movies made Hugo remember something Father had once told him about going to the movies when he was just a boy when the movies were new. Hugos father had stepped into a dark room and on a white screen he had seen a rocket fly right into the eye of the man in the moon. Father said he had never experienced anything like it. It had been like seeing his dreams in the middle of the day.