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How strange it was that a dream, once realized, could quickly turn mundane.
It's a beautiful lucid dream that has language that I can fiddle with.
...as vivid and fabulous as a unicorn...
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream.
Look what happens when we dream.
A vision without action is called a daydream; but then again, action without a vision is called a nightmare.
Dreams were so irrational, so gray with a nameless terror ... and yet, too, so haunting and beautiful.
What an air of probability sometimes runs through a dream! And at others, what a heap of absurdities it is!
Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.
The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.
I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour..
... On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden ...
Sometimes, when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over. Action slows to a dreamlike glide, frame by frame; the motion of a hand, a sentence spoken, fills an eternity.
It was like a dream in which one is being pursued, nearly caught and will be killed, and is rooted to the spot and cannot even move one's arms.
Life is an absolute Dream... then I wake up.
You're a dream. Like everything else.
A dream is just a nightmare with lipstick.
If you are eating well and your condition is pure and clean, life itself becomes like the dreams or visions that you have when sleeping.
Upright in my bed, my pulse racing as I untangled myself from my sheets. Beads of sweat trickled down my skin, sticking my t-shirt to my back. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, seeing if my room stayed in place. Nothing budged and I relaxed. It had been a dream, just like it had
Surrealism in painting amounted to little more than the contents of a meagerly stocked dream world: a few witty fantasies, mostly wet dreams and agoraphobic nightmares.
All her life, dreams had been her friends. Her dreams were unusually detailed, well-structured, colorful.
My ideas are not meant to suggest dreams or reality, but a surreal quality.
Exhilaratingly new and unmistakably familiar, like a childhood memory that felt dreamlike until photographic evidence was found in an old box in the attic.
I've always dreamed that love would be effortlessLike a pedal falling to the ground; a dreamer following his dream.
In my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.
Like something Disney might have envisioned if he'd taken a dose of LSD, backed up with a serving of psilocybin mushrooms, and a quart of tequila.
So rapid is the flight of dreams upon the wings of imagination.
The dreamer's untamed eye sees beyond the illusions to the heart of what is real.
Sometimes a dream can appear more real than reality itself.
Swinging back and forth
deeply stuck
in tranced forbidden dream
Wanting not to recognize
fantasy
is purely scheme
Elaborate facade
of lust
into reality
Transferring thoughts
of illusion
will be fatality
dream is the dreamer's own psychical act.
Hypnotically haunting sounds from a true artist that dares to dream.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dream world, because it doesn't always seem too logical how things work out.
Twenty meters away, Pasquale Tursi watched the arrival of the woman as if in a dream. Or rather, he would think later, a dream's opposite: a burst of clarity after a lifetime of sleep.
What did it feel like?"(Glenn)
"A dream, kind of, You know? The ones that are so real you wake up and wonder if they really happened. And then for the whole day, you walk around in this fog like ... pieces of it are clinging to you and won't let go.(Kevin)
Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue ...
Sometimes I dream of sleepiness,
sometimes I feel like I'm alive.
I ... have been in that weird state between dreaming and waking, where dreams could be memories and the real world could be a dream.
I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams.
It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.
Picture two lovers side by side who sleep and dream and wake to hold the real and the imagined world body by body, word by word in the wild halo of their thought
Dreams are realities in oxygenated form
Is this a vision?
Is this a dream?
Do I sleep?
Before going back to sleep I imagined (I saw) a plastic universe, changeable, full of wondrous chance, an elastic sky, a sun that suddenly is missing or remains fixed or changes its shape.
A dream is unrehearsed.
Where human eyes have never seen, where human beings have never been, I build a world of abstract dreams, and I wait for you.
You'd be amazed to discover all the tangible things that can come out of dreams." "Like drool?
It was like one of those dreams where you discover a previously unknown room in your house and you have that expansive feeling that your life has more possibility to it than you thought it did.
You have such dreams in your eyes.
I dream a dream that dreams back at me
Lucid dreams often feel like this - as if you are observing yourself from a point over your shoulders-arm flexed, hands curving around the boom, breathing, in three dimensional silence.
It was too exactly as imagined to be true. But I felt as gladly and expectantly disorientated, as happily and alertly alone, as Alice in Wonderland.
Dream in a pragmatic way.
Dreams are like commercials, but her dreams are picture perfect ...
At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable.
THE DREAM BECOMES A NIGHTMARE
The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft
to be seated on children's eyes.
The power of dreams is amazing possibilities.
After I went to bed I had a curious fancy as to dreams. In sleep the doors of the mind are shut, and thoughts come jumping in at the windows. They tumble headlong, and therefore are so disorderly and strange. Sometimes they are stout and light on their feet, and then they are rational dreams.
Dream Lies In Your Eyes.
When I was a kid, I was always going to bed creating a story, and that was the birth of filmmaking for me. I would like going to the dream-state by telling the story to someone else in my mind. That was my imaginary friend; it was an imaginary audience listening to my story.
It was very like a dream. Like all dreamers, however, I could not let my dream alone. We poor humans are so anxious not to miss anything.
The dream pool is pushed out in the open and the dappled depths of our imagination become a uniformly blue intruder, often out of scale with its surroundings and nearly always discordant in colour and texture.
The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.
I revel in flowers without let,
An atom at random in space;
My soul dwells in regions ethereal,
And the world is my dreaming-place.
Startled from a bad dream, or perhaps still in one...
One who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul
You are about to awake when you dream that you are dreaming.
Dreaming: the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every night
Living: the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change
Dreams form the bristles of the artist's brush.
Some dreams, some poems, some musical phrases, some pictures, wake feelings such as one never had before, new in colour and form - spiritual sensations, as it were, hitherto unproved
I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.
In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes.
Dream As a Human and Feel Free or Fly Like a Bird
Emotionally, I have no picture-book illustrated with memories of my first five years, but externally, I have impressions that possess a haunting vividness comparable only to the texture of dreams, when dreams are tumultuously alive.
No dream can be more beautiful than the reality itself!
I tend to be a bit of a dreamer.
His dreams are like commercials.
There's nothing worse than a dream sequence done all in post-production.
I daydream all the time, and I like that quality.
I have absurdly vivid dreams.
Writing a novel is like having a dream.
I have had a dream my whole life ... and it was not this good.
Action turns dreams into reality
I hate it when realism intrudes on my dreams.
If you are a dreamer come in
Everything is only a dream.Dream-- Emile Zola
It was as if I was in a picture, a flat canvas, and everything around me was flat, me painted on like everything else: no colour, nothing in front and nothing behind me, not even earlier today or tomorrow, nothing to look back or forward to, just this moment.
We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.
Recalling the dream was like trying to follow a ship into fog.
Dreamy mind easily hypnotized.
And it's all kind of moving and sweet except that you're not completely there - a part of you is a few feet away, or above, thinking,
In an instant, everything in the room came alive. Like the sunshine had a melody and the sounds of footsteps had a texture I could feel in my fingertips each time anyone moved
Dreams are illusions where our experiences experience us
I try to begin writing as close to a dreamlike state as I can get.
Please - consider me a dream.Dream-- Franz Kafka
And my dreams felt as real as a memory
I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.
A dream is a miracle turned inside out!
A truly poetic canvas is an awakened dream.
immersed in a seemingly never-ending stream of thoughts, coming willy-nilly one after another in rapid succession.