Dreams make good stories, but everything important happens when we’re awake.
I always dreamed about being a doctor, but I didn’t get much school.
Every night, the same dream. And every morning, the same nightmare.
Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by.[to Beckett]
You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.
When I was lying there in the VA hospital with a big hole blown through the middle of my life, I started having these dreams of flying. I was free. Sooner or later, though, you always have to wake up.
I believe there’s a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, noble and finally allows us to die with pride. Even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the things we want the most. Even our dreams.
Whatever nightmares the future holds, are dreams compared to what’s behind me.
The dream repeats itself since it forgets itself. That’s why it repeats itself. This is the good part. But the bad part will come again one day. But for now, this is the good part, in Amsterdam.[to Burt and Harold]
I dream of a world where hope replaces fear. A world where a murdered man can stand in court to face his murderer. Where a crippled soldier, shrapnel in his spine can be killed, healed, then brought back to life to walk again.
Dreams pass in time.
Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.
