The dream he needed most was the dream that frightened him more.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.
And if the great fear had not come upon me, as it did, and forced me to do my duty, I might have been less good to the people than some man who had never dreamed at all, even with the memory of so great a vision in me.
The more you can dream, the more you can do.
If our dreams were more regular, more connected, more stable, they would also have more practical importance for us.
I related to his disillusionment. Thinking that he was going for this big dream. Then he kind of saw through it all at one point and went back home. Then he started a bender, which I can relate to of course.
There is an excitement about having nightmares.
I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.
Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.
Dreams have as much influence as actions.
If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.