“And there were people who looked up at the sky and ached with loneliness, as they appealed in silence to the stars and the moon. They hoped that someplace, somewhere, someone heard them, that their own little dreams would come true, that very soon they would meet someone they could trust, could love and be happy with.”
Source: West Side Story
“I was applying for a job position at a counseling center in another state. Mom had driven me there and she had the car parked in front of the building...Tribal people in mossy costumes came in randomly and picked random people...When I looked out of the cave-like opening to the floor below, I saw what looked like a hellish place. This place had a concrete floor, stone and rock walls, and a massive open area. People were laying on the ground and they all had something wrong with them. One guy had his face burned off, exposing his facial muscles, parts of his skull, and his bone nasal cavity. Some young five-year-old girl had no legs but a single wormlike leg with no foot from her waist down. She was playing with this guy who only had one eye on his head. These people reminded me of carnival shows from way back in history. It seemed like the psychologists were testing our fears and what we can handle. When I looked at the floor, the floor was now a blue carpet.”
Source: My Dreams, Nightmares, and Lucid Dreams Collection: Hundreds of Dreams Shared from My Dream Journals
“Rob gave me a sticky note with incoherent symbols written on the yellow paper...I wanted to ask my dream something, so I asked this priest character, “Have you ever wondered, is this another dimension? You’re in another dimension.” My dream words were confused by the tension I felt building in this moment...The priest gave a puzzled expression...A lady who works at the bar came over to me in a hurry, upset. She told me sternly, “You need to leave.” I looked at Rob who was confused. I felt scared and said, “We should go,” trying to be inconspicuous with a low voice. Suddenly everyone in the dim room started looking at us. My fear increased and I wondered if I had just broken some type of dream rule. Before leaving, I made sure to give the priest the sticky note with the unknown symbols on it.”
Source: My Dreams, Nightmares, and Lucid Dreams Collection: Hundreds of Dreams Shared from My Dream Journals
“The bed was now a hospital bed. His legs, arms, and hands were covered in white bandages and gauzes...He said, sobbing slightly, “I don’t know what to do…I don’t know what to do,” his hands fell back down in frustration. I noticed his face was almost discolored. His left eye looked messy, and his right eye was nearly hanging out. It looked like deterioration. The parts of his eyelid that should be supporting his right eye were falling apart with pale, green-like holes. It was dry with no blood. It greatly disturbed me because I wanted to help him but didn’t know how.”
Source: My Dreams, Nightmares, and Lucid Dreams Collection: Hundreds of Dreams Shared from My Dream Journals
“Are we to say goodbye forever to the magic, and the dreaming and the flying of our childhoods?”
Source: How to Fight a Dragon's Fury: How to Train Your Dragon, Book 12
“What is the nature of this confusing way station between birth and (usually) death accompanied by obliteration of identity we call home?
Planet, plane, simulation, hallucination, hell, heaven on
earth … The hypotheses as to this realm’s true character are as many as there are bored conspiracy theorists tapping away on crusty laptops in their parents’ basements.
But what if the childishly simple answer to our
conundrum is given away in this aphorism popularized in ‘Row Row Row Your Boat’: ‘Life is but a dream’?”
Source: Get Out of Here Alive: Inner Alchemy & Immortality
“What I loved about my brother, aside from his gentle disposition, was his ability to dream and infect me with his dreams.”
Source: The Tiger Came to the Mountains
“Are we truly awake while experiencing the tangible world around us? Or are we adrift in a dream flux of illusions, our senses hoodwinking us at every turn?”
Source: Get Out of Here Alive: Inner Alchemy & Immortality
“The boundary between dreams and reality gets muddy
indeed when we consider the nature of our perceptions. Our senses, those windows to the world, are far from perfect instruments that are extremely susceptible to manipulation and misinterpretation. What we perceive as unquestionably solid and real could be nothing more than smoke and mirrors, projections of our own psyches.”
Source: Get Out of Here Alive: Inner Alchemy & Immortality
“I was in front of a big hole in the floor. A girl I liked fell into the hole. I wanted to go after her, but this old lady told me I would regret my decision. I jumped anyways, knowing I may die for her. But then everything stopped and I was floating next to her. We both had cards without faces on them. We floated down and somehow, I knew she was gone...I walked through a tunnel at the bottom of the pit with a white light at the end.”
Source: My Dreams, Nightmares, and Lucid Dreams Collection: Hundreds of Dreams Shared from My Dream Journals