After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. It's in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin' at it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.
In the fifties I had dreams about touching a naked woman and she would turn to bronze or the dream about hot dogs chasing donuts through the Lincoln Tunnel.
I've had quite a lot of luck with dreams. I've often awoken in the night with a phrase or even a whole song in my head.
I stayed true to my dreams and, eventually, they came true.
One of my first dreams when I was a child was becoming a painter.
I dream crazy vivid dreams. Like, entire movies. And sometimes I write songs about them.
Who hasn't had the 'I went to school/work in my underwear' dream?
I always had dreams. I knew I wanted to have money to buy things at the flea market. That's worked out well.
I've always had a longstanding dream, ever since I was a kid, where I was running on a big lake of ice and I kept running and kept running, just about to where I was trying to get to, and I fell through the ice, and then I couldn't find the hole where I fell through to get back out again.
It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.