Every night while I sleep I meet the person of my dreams. Every morning I wake up and realize she’s lying next to me.
Faint tapping came from Frank’s wall each night. He dreamt of messages from lost souls, but he always forgot them come morning.
She was neither fake nor vain; she could not understand why other women crowded in shops looking for the perfect dress or the most exquisite necklace, and how they enjoyed their dreams at night when all they could see were their pretentious bodies bathed in gold. She was grateful though – the more women there are in beauty shops, the less there are in the dusty bookstores where she found the most exquisite and perfect stories that conjure her technicolor dreams at night.
They said that studying abroad could change your life. I never knew it could change your definition of “home.”
Tiffany slid off her ring and set it gently on top of the dresser every night just before going to bed. She was a wife by day; dreamer, by night.
It began to snow, a rainbow peaked through the thick fog, and then a few porpoises splashed and surfaced briefly for air, all while the cruise ship slowly drifted by a huge glacier tucked in between two Chilean peaks. I had never thought a scene like this could exist, but then again, I had never believed in vampires either, and now I was sharing a cabin with one.
I shouted at her that I wasn’t a robot, that I had feelings and hopes and dreams and so what if I was falling in love!
She pressed a button on a remote, a panel opened in my chest and at least one thing I had just yelled wasn’t true.
Insomiacs don’t have any idealistic fantasies.Dreams only happen when you sleep.
A lily rose out of the pond, its scent sweet and bitter, its colors yellow and blue, its posture bent and straight at the same time.
I wanted to be like the lily, strong and smooth and sweet, but life weakened, roughed, bittered me without remorse.
I’m limping because last night I stood on some shards of broken dreams.
They are scattered on my bedroom floor along with my self-respect, bottles of girlfriend tears and lost hopes crumpled and stained.
I haven’t forgotten the look of greedy delight on your face when I told you I was fired and you thought my dreams were over for sure.
(I wanted to be fired and I’m still following my dreams, asshole.)
Dreams have always lingered. You are helping me make them a reality.
Do you have those dreams that last all night?
It’s a present for … a friend.
I used to have dreams, hopes, feelings, and morals.
Now I have a really nice car, a house, a wife, and the occasional twinge of guilt.
Her dreams always do come true so when she dreamt about a dismembered woman’s hand wearing a princess-cut diamond ring floating in the water, she knew someone would die that day. And as her boyfriend of 5 years surprise her with a romantic dinner by the bay and a beautiful diamond ring, painfully, she knew it’d be her.