My own dream is that we discover that the NSA has been secretly keeping files on members of the National Rifle Association.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We control the content of our dreams.
Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.
I am my own version of the DREAM Act.
I always wished for this, but it's almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.
I do dream about Afghanistan. I wake up and think I'm still there.
For a long time, I've had a recurring dream - I dream I don't have to write any more, that I'm free. I'm not free, alas; I'm still clearing the same terrain, with the impression that it's never finished.
Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.
My dream was to have a Library of Congress catalogue number, that's all.
It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.
Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.