“How strange it was that a dream, once realized, could quickly turn mundane.” — Maggie Shipstead, Astonish Me
Tag: dreams
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“Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?” — Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within a Dream
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“After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?” — Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day
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“I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.” — Joseph Heller, Something Happened
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“Human nature is intractable stuff, hard jagged stuff, the kind of stuff that dreams are wrecked on.” — Elizabeth Goudge, The White Witch
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“Dreams are true while they last. Can we, at the best, say more of life?” — Havelock Ellis, The World of Dreams
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“No one can get the right perspective on himself. Every fact is colored by imagination and dream.” — Clarence Darrow, The Story of My Life
Lost in the Dream
I go to bed hoping for a repeat. I want to fill in the blanks, bring the details back to the waking world. I am hopeful, last time I remember thinking I have had this dream before.
A dream about a legendary song. Unknown and from an unknown group. Only a single copy of an acetate exists. And it is my duty to get the song heard.
A dream that became suddenly lucid. I find myself trying to memorize the name of the song. Repeating the title over and over. I ne-e-e-eed to remember the name of the song when I wake up.
A dream where I start to examine my dream-state. And I forget the name of the song. I know it starts with a ‘C.’ It is an unusual name for a song. There is a story to be told. I should wake up and write it down before I forget even more. I don’t.
I flip myself on to my left-side. I heard that people have more disturbing dreams when they sleep on their left-side. Maybe that will bring back the dream. Then I can bring the dream back.
Quote of the Day
“All the dreams you show up in are not your own.” — Gil Scott-Heron, “New York is Killing Me,” The New Yorker (2010-10-09)