Imagine you were born in a poor family, in a poor city, in a poor country, and by the time you were 28 years old, you have so much money you can’t even count it. What do you do? You make your dreams come true.
The Devil has been a yoke on the neck of humanity since we first began to think and dream.
I quote John Lennon, “A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.” After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus.
Always good to have dreams.
I’ll take a nightmare that’s real over a dream that’s a lie.
When you get too close to the sun, your dreams may melt away.
Dreams mean everything. They’re the stories we tell ourselves of what could be, who we could become.
There’s nothing more frightening than having a dream come true.
I’m in a dream.
I haunt your dreams like a ghost, for I know what scares you most. So you run, run! As fast as you can! There’s no escape from the magic man.
There’s a place in your mind no one can get to. A place that belongs only to you. No matter what they say, no matter what they do, no one can reach you there. Pain is a dream.
Only you could turn the topic of dreams into existential angst.[to Maeve]
