the miracle...

The dream was always 

running ahead of me. 

To catch up, 

to live for a moment

in unison with it, 

that was the miracle.

no reason...

the best reason

for having dreams

is that in dreams

no reason is

necessary

the dreamer's punishment...

a dreamer

is one

who can 

only find 

his way 

by moonlight

and his 

punishment

is that he sees

the dawn before

the rest of the world

the colour of dreams...

I've dreamt in my life 

dreams that have stayed 

with me ever after, and 

changed my ideas; 

they've gone through 

and through me, 

like wine through water, 

and altered

the colour of my mind.

the dreamer...

a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight -

and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before 

the rest of the world -

wishing you magical moments in 2010...

In blissful dream, 

in silent night, 

There came to me, 

with magic might, 

With magic might, 

my own sweet love, 

Into my little room above.

from the gods...

a dream, too, is from zeus...

purple haze...

To unpathed waters, 

undreamed shores.

the awakening...

She entered the story knowing 

she would emerge from it 

feeling she had been 

immersed in the lives of others, 

in plots that stretched back twenty years, 

her body full of sentences and moments, 

as if awakening from sleep 

with a heaviness caused by 

unremembered dreams.

of webs and walls...

talking

talking

spinning 

a web of words, 

pale walls of dreams, 

between myself

and 

all

i

see

life is a sleep...

Our revels now are ended. 

These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, 

the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, 

the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. 

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; 

and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

my home waits...in dreams...

What 

I want to do 

is travel 

deep and deeper 

into the dreamlands, 

to find that place 

that I know 

is waiting

for me here. 

My home.

the secret spot...

"Within 

your heart, 

keep one still, 

secret spot 

where 

dreams 

may go."

visions and dreams...

It is only by introducing the young
to great literature, drama and music
and to the excitement of
great science
that we open to them the possibilities
that lie within the human spirit
enable them
to see
visions
and
dream
dreams

Eric Anderson

we are the stuff of dreams...

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

fitzgerald's use of the dream...

"Winter Dreams" is a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald that first appeared in Metropolitan Magazine in December 1922, and was collected in All The Sad Young Men in 1926. It is considered one of Fitzgerald's finest stories and is frequently anthologized. In the Fitzgerald canon, it is considered to be in the 'Gatsby era', as many of its themes were later expanded upon in his famous novel The Great Gatsby in 1925.

Dexter Green is a middle-class boy who aspires to be part of the "old money" elite. Dexter mentions that he was born in Keeble, Minnesota. His father owns the second most profitable grocery store in the town. He starts out as a teenage golf caddy at a Golf Club in Black Bear Lake, Minnesota, which has been suggested is really White Bear Lake, where Fitzgerald lived for a relatively short time at the Yacht Club. Dexter meets Judy Jones and works under her father, Mortimer Jones, at the club. One day decides he is too old to work there but in reality, he quits his job not because of his age but because he doesn't like feeling inferior to the people for whom he is caddying. After college, Dexter gets involved in a partnership in a laundry business. He returns to the Sherry Island Golf Club and is invited to play golf with the men for whom he once caddied. He encounters Judy Jones again on the golf course, only now she is older and amazingly beautiful. Later in the evening Dexter swims to a raft on the lake, and runs into Judy, who is driving a motor boat. She asks him to take over while she rides on a surfboard attached to the boat. After this encounter, Judy invites Dexter to dinner, where their affair begins. He soon finds that he is one of a dozen men she is stringing along. After about 18 months Dexter becomes engaged to Irene Scheerer, a kind but ordinary looking girl, while Judy is vacationing in Florida. When Judy returns, however, she again captures Dexter's heart and asks him to marry her. Dexter breaks off his engagement with Irene, only to be dropped again by Judy a month later. To deal with his heartbreak, Dexter joins the army to fight in World War I. We next see Dexter several years later as a single, successful New York business man. He meets a client who recalls having attended Judy Jones' wedding. The client describes Judy's husband's alcoholism and torrid affairs, and says that Judy has "faded."

The reality of Judy's life conflicts with Dexter's vision of her, and her downfall destroys Dexter's "winter dreams." The dream of being with her -- an unfulfilled dream -- has kept him from realizing that the glory of his social climb lay in its progression rather than in its fulfillment.

thoreau on dreams...

If you have built castles in the air,
your work need not be lost;
that is where they should be.
Now put the foundations under them.

DREAMS IN ART AND LITERATURE...BEATRICE

Then Love said: "Now shall all things be made clear:
Come and behold our lady where she lies."
These ‘wildering fantasies
Then carried me to see my lady dead.
Even as I there was led,
Her ladies with a veil were covering her
And with her was such a very humbleness
That she appeared to say, "I am at peace."

Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s largest painting depicts Dante’s unrequited love in a quintessential example of the Pre-Raphaelite style.

In the stanza above, Dante tells how in a dream he was led by a personification of Love to the deathbed of his beloved Beatrice. Dante actually met Beatrice only twice in his life. However, he writes that it was her purity that struck him so deeply and caused him to fall hopelessly in love with her. Dante practiced his courtship the medieval way—subtly and behind the scenes. He admired Beatrice from afar and idolized her in his writings.

In the painting, a dreaming Dante is led by Love to Beatrice just before she is carried off from this world forever. Dante’s unrequited love for Beatrice glows as Love gives Beatrice the kiss that Dante never gave.