He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.
What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?
Hope is a waking dream.
They say dreams are the windows of the soul--take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts.
Dreams that do come true can be as unsettling as those that don't.
Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone.
One must desire something to be alive.
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
The wisest men follow their own direction.