Orr slept. He dreamed. There was no rub.

Mr. Ayaa Kojo Armah said Keep praying as always.

Within our dreams and aspirations we find our opportunities.

A fresh dream-fresh happiness A fresh rush of delicate voluptuous poison What is real life to him To his corrupted eyes we live you and I Nastenka so torpidly slowly insipidly in his eyes we are all so dissatisfied with our fate so exhausted by our life And truly see how at first sight everything is cold morose as though ill-humoured among us. . . . Poor things thinks our dreamer. And it is no wonder that he thinks it Look at these magic phantasms which so enchantingly so whimsically so carelessly and freely group before him in such a magic animated picture in which the most prominent figure in the foreground is of course himself our dreamer in his precious person.

Prayer is the key that unlocks all doors.

Och lass. Yer going to have to not do that. Faoln exhaled. Creeping up on a man is a dangerous thing and I confess Im jumpier than most. Yer feet are soft as a cats.I wasnt creeping anywhere I was going to make coffee and this is my house Ill creep anywhere I like Colleen muttered with a petulant scowl. But I wasnt creeping.

The belief that myths are somehow less true than the symbolic dream we call reality may be the greatest myth of all.

Dont you think theyre as bored as you are You think youre somebody special You think I wake up everyday so happy to see you Youre a snob just in the other way. Do you think you are the only one who wants something else Another life

Nestl into the feathers of the ravens wings while it takes flight to deliver you safely past slumber into your space of dreams.

I could get through this. I would be strong because I was so close to achieving my dream of having my kids together.