The greatest thing about dreams is they don’t expire. They can lay dormant for years and when you pull them out and dust them off, they shine like new.
You dream of a new world to come, a new world to be birthed, a new dream to be dreamt. In the dream, a flower grows, a lotus from which the creator and the creation will unfold. From which light will begin to shine upon this vast dark sea, unveiling all the magic sleeping within. From this flower, infinite worlds and universes will be born. Each will contain a seed of light. And these seeds will light the heavens for all to guide their journeys by.
The reflection on the surface of the water is often mistaken for the mysteries that lie beneath. Likewise, the reflection of the moon is mistaken for its own light. In the quest for wisdom, each person must emerge from the illusions of the world and begin the journey towards the sacred mountain.
Whatever some people might say, it seems to me that a world in which I can fly, bend space and time, and meet with people who have been dead for years, deserves more consideration than it gets. If I weigh the waking world on one side of the scale and the dream world on the other, which one is more substantial? Doesn’t a world of endless possibilities seem more likely to contain the whole of our lives than the fraction of the world that we call real?
Ye just hit the Life with your Old Dream!
A dream is not to be taken lightly. A dream is a powerful ally, coming to your aid. A magic tale, written in invisible ink. A golden thread, tying together the worlds.
A Dream is not a Dream if you let go of it that easily. Each day I feed in more Stubborness and Grit to it. Because calling it quits will always be an option!
We often think, only if we knew our future! I believe what's the fun in living then if you already know what's going to happen next.
When the vision of your dreams gets blurry remember to readjust your lens.
A wide grin played on my face, and I knew I was showing way too much teeth. But it was okay as I was getting closer to the woman of my dreams.
Is that like a dream journal? You ask. He nods. But these things really happen. He explains. Dreams really happen. You say.
If this is a dream, I hope I remember it.
Sometimes I have trouble telling my dreams from reality. The farther I travel from some experience, the more unsure I am that it actually happened. Just like a dream, the closer I am to it, the more sure I am that it's real.
If you don't become the pioneer of your education, you'll be the slave of someone else's dream.