We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.
To me dreams are a part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive, but expresses something as best it can.
To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.
The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.
The dream is a series of images, which are apparently contradictory and nonsensical, but arise in reality from psychologic material which yields a clear meaning.