Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and dream about it.
Either one does not dream at all, or one dreams in an interesting manner. One must learn to be awake in the same fashion: — either not at all, or in an interesting manner.
Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.
Dreams are symbolic in order that they can not be understood; in order that the wish, which is the source of the dream, may remain unknown.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul; the blue-prints of your ultimate achievements.