Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.
In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.
Dreams become nightmares when dreams become jobs.
My dreams and nightmares have the same people in them.
Sometimes I hear people say people can’t dream and live well because that means others can’t. Not true. Some people’s dreams are another’s nightmare.
We all have different dreams and different worlds we want to dominate. Your favorite food is someone else's phobia. Your dream job is someone else's worst nightmare. Your perfect world is unique to you.
Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.
For many, the American dream has become a nightmare.
I'm every bourgeois nightmare - a Cockney with intelligence and a million dollars.
The cyclical rebirth of caste in America is a recurring racial nightmare.
My fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over.
I had a nightmare that I was mopping floors and that this Freddie Gibbs thing was all a dream.
I am a nutritionist's nightmare.