One awakens refreshed from every nightmare.

Let night come; it's time to dream.

Dreams must be ground into bread and the bread eaten.

We all live partially in the real world and partially in a dream world all our own.

We save up all our dreams for tomorrow but tomorrow never comes.

We don't choose our dreams, our dreams choose us.

Time is always chipping away at our dreams. At the moment of death loss becomes complete.

Having dreams or goals means you don't feel you're good enough as you are.

The mystic: just another sleepwalker dreaming he's awake.