We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
Sweet dreams
till sunbeams find you
sweet dreams
that leave all worries
far behind you...
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Dreams are free therapy, but you can only get appointments at night.
In dreams the mind is constantly giving you substitutes just to protect sleep. And the same is happening while you are awake. The mind is giving you substitutes just to protect your sanity; otherwise you will be scattered in fragments.