How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought...

A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper.

The door is crackedWe used to meetlike water does landnonot thatmore like when skin touches skinkissing fingertipsor when air escapes a lung and is felt across the worldI’ve leapt over cracks in sidewalksand swallowed away...

Dignity/ˈdignitē/ noun 1. The moment you realize that the person you cared for has nothing intellectually or spiritually to offer you, but a headache. 2. The moment you realize God had greater plans for you...

I’ve always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe’s way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us…they’re happening right now, cradled in...

There is a difference between what I actually want and what I want to have fantasies about. (…) There is a part of my imagination which is a playground, a playground in which I am...

And the man who dreamt of flight has tripped and fallen in a hole.

Reaction timeTouch the underside of a penny you find on the streetDoesn’t feel any different unless you close your eyesI can taste the copper in my mouth nowseeping from between my teethThere’s an explanation I’m...

…and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the...

Therefore, the places in which we have experienced day dreaming reconstitute themselves in a new daydream, and it is because our memories of former dwelling-places are relived as day-dreams these dwelling-places of the past remain...

But I was only a chaotic walker, nobody could stop me; even a totalitarian state was not able to control my daydreams, my poetic fascinations, the pattern of my walking.

As I quietly stare off into space, eyes glazed over and brow thoughtfully taut, know that I am going about my business. I am a storyteller. Daydreaming is the best part of my job.

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

Her legs swing complete afternoons away.

A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain at work, and produces in the mind a soft, fresh vapor that corrects...

Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.

Daydreaming does not enjoy tremendous prestige in our culture, which tends to regard it as unproductive thought. Writers perhaps appreciate its importance better than most, since a fair amount of what they call work consists...

Mistake is an event not a person

Not only should we encourage kids to daydream, but also to jump-in and build those dreams. Dreaming is largely lost among adults drowning in self-imposed realities.

Let me ask you this: How many days do you have left, if any, in the life you promised for yourself yesterday?

Unlike any other form of thought, daydreaming is its own reward.

Nightmares are seldom a foreshadowing of real events, but always a showing of real fears.

Daydreaming is the purest form of being. Take that away and One suffers.

…you’re either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.

A good dose of fantasy is exercise for your sensibilities; it keeps your avatar strong.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

(Dreams drain the spirit if we dream too long.)

Life will hack off your head and shit down your neck every chance it gets. I’ve found that consuming drugs and booze, listening to music and always having an excuse in the best way to...

I live in two unique worlds, traveling between both with just the opening or closing of my eyes.

She didn’t say it, I only thought she said it. So really it was my thought, my words, and not hers. How could I confuse “I love you” with “May I take your order?

Visualization: daydreaming with a purpose.

So you mean to tell me you won’t fuck anyone you don’t share some kind of deep emotional connection with? What a sad, depressing, truly horrible life you must lead…

Daydream. Because you can’t accomplish what you’ve never fully imagined.

She imagined herself whirling breathlessly beneath the flashing lights of some impossibly chic Manhattan disco. Suddenly, a hand touches her arm. She turns. ‘Pardon me,’ Mick Jagger says, ‘I believe this next dance is mine.

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Perhaps the death of us all is called for in this time of emotional desperation. War is a product of the mind; only with the death...

The power behind living a dream lies in either believing it’s a dream or knowing it’s not.

You’re my hero, Rhage.”Ears pricked up, Rhage watched her closely. Anything she said was important to him, and how lovely was that?”I always thought I’d grow up and find my own hero.” Rainie grimaced at...

The multiplication of technologies in the name of efficiency is actually eradicating free time by making it possible to maximize the time and place for production and minimize the unstructured travel time in between…Too, the...

The day I became a writerit wasn’t the day a whore paid me in sexin exchange for one of my bookswhich happened often and more and moreas time went onit wasn’t the first time someone...

Every exceptional writer holds a Master of Arts in Daydreaming.

Kids are naturally curious about the world around them. Everything is fascinating and holds their attention as they explore their new surroundings. Adults however, have grown up hearing the word ‘no’, ‘don’t do that,’ and...

She was always daydreaming. She never wanted to live in the real world; she always seemed to be separated from other children her age. They couldn’t understand her or her imagination. She was always thinking...

My head is in another dimension. My feet are talking to their soles. My nose is detecting a hint of sweaty, overpumped poon. There’s a spider corpse perpetually hanging on the wall next to my...