To swear day and night by media slander will make one a bigger victim than the slandered. It doesn’t take much to begin to fear a mere illusion of human badness.

Can’t wait to wake up.

There’s not one good thought in that place. There’s nothing but waste and want. I can feel his selfish cravings and an abyss of secrets I hope to never know.

Then the man smiled, and his smile was a shock, for it was all on one side, going up in the right cheek and down in the left.There was nothing, rationally speaking, to scare anyone...

Success is subjective. Your dream bank balance could be someone else’s nightmare.

Co si přeješ?”Co si přeju? Aby všechno bylo zase jako dřív. Jenže to už nikdy nebude.

I do dream every night but in the morning I regret.

So why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I’ve learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled “file and forget,” and...

One of the critical factors that make people’s dreams become nightmares is that they don’t know there is a cost to be paid!

Protect your dreams from your nightmare

The worst fear of the race yes, the world suddenly transformed into a senseless nightmare, horrible dissolution of things. Nothing compares, even oblivion is a sweet dream. You understand why, of course. Why this peculiar...

I couldn’t awake from the nightmare That sucked me in and pulled me underPulled me underOh… That was so real.

It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

The writer dreams awake. The killer nightmares awake. (L’écrivain rêve éveillé. – Le tueur cauchemarde éveillé)

Nightmare and dream both are not real, but I do always love my nightmare; because it offers me gratitude while the latter makes me disappointed.

If a Latina falls in love with someone who is insecure, it can be a nightmare.

The worst day was the day I got the knocking at the door and I got the news. I guess that’s every parents’ nightmare.

In the jumbled, fragmented memories I carry from my childhood there are probably nearly as many dreams as images from waking life. I thought of one which might have been my earliest remembered nightmare. I...

I’m not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

We were happy. I know I ought to be able to tell you about it, yet I cannot, for while a nightmare will stay with you like hunger, when you awake from a happy dream,...

WRITER’S NIGHTMARE””I felt a grip on my arm that shook my body, forcefully pulling me toward a tunnel of darkness. The threat of consciousness stole my steady breath. For a moment I believed myself to...

You have to be very careful. Girls have to remember, everybody has to remember, that your spring break can go from being that postcard, that picture perfect postcard, to a nightmare in a flash. Really...

My nightmare is that I don’t want to be OK.

Pausing on the threshold, he looked in, conscious not so much of the few familiar sticks of furniture – the trucklebed, the worn strip of Brussels carpet, the chipped blue-banded ewer and basin, the framed...

It was so awful! And he kept on looking at me and I knew I must get out of bed or he’d come and touch me. I did, too, but when I got out I...

It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare, you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.””And what is that nightmare, Craig?””Life.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

It was just the same nightmare all over again.

It begins when he’s still a man in a suit, doing the kinds of boring things that men in suits do. The things that no one writes about because they know that boys don’t really...

Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.

They say it came from Africa, carried in the screams of the enslaved; that it was the death bane of the Tainos, uttered just as one world perished and another began; that it was a...

For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe....

He asked, looking at her dark-rimmed eyes, “You do not sleep?”She shivered. “No. I do not want to sleep any more. I sleep too much already. It is so cold, where Quincy sends me in...

Life without Ethan was something worse than a nightmare.It was real.So real that I refused to believe it.

Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.

Welcome my new paranoia, if you are not my reality, so where the hell is the fucking reality!?!?! To be or not to be?! this is the paranoia of my sweet dreams. So you are...

Eena, when you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be here. That’s what best friends are for.”She let the tears fall. He’d never know they were for him. He’d think they were because of Derian....

This could be our greatest nightmare. But maybe, intead this would be our only hope of salvation.

That done, I sank into an uneasy sleep wherein I dreamed of an assembly line of pale, bloodless girls walking down an endless dark street and moaning softly for help. Somewhere, toward the edge of...

MUSINGSThe little poets sing of little things:Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,And modest flowers waving in the sun.The mighty poets write in blood and...

Now I think I understand how this world can overcome a man.

SHOCK ABSORBERSVeterans scream in their dreams, reliving nightmares so that we can sleep peacefully

Dreams and nightmares fill a man’s head, both attainable while sleeping or awake. One of life’s greatest challenges lay in separating the two so they don’t choose your path for you. Remember that a known...

In the course of my life I have had pre-pubescent ballerinas; emaciated duchesses, dolorous and forever tired, melomaniac and morphine-sodden; bankers’ wives with eyes hollower than those of suburban streetwalkers; music-hall chorus girls who tip...

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong,...

Jeeter?” Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. “Are you awake?” She waited.A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldn’t sleep. He always answered her call...

Never give up. Dare to Dream. Dare to believe.

This has got to be a nightmare, … I haven’t woken up yet.

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...