I divide my time as follows: half the time I sleep, the other half I dream. I never dream when I sleep, for that would be a pity, for sleeping is the highest accomplishment of genius.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.
You know you're in love when you stop comparing.
Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.
Recall the old story of the rather refined young man who preferred sex dreams to visiting brothels because he met a much nicer type of girl that way.
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
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 towers, 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.
Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.
The reason why life is a sleep & dream for most people is because their awareness is caught up with past or future & not with what is.
Say the prayer first thing in the morning when you open your eyes; then say it again before you go to sleep. Dream the prayer. Feel the prayer with your emotional body. Be the prayer; align your faith and intent with the prayer until your whole life is based on this prayer.
I draw in my sleep (dream of drawing) a lot. I don't think I have ever drawn anything in real life while I was sleeping, though. I do keep a pad near my bed, just in case.
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Dreams are not what you see in your sleep, dreams are things which do not let you sleep.
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