Maia screamed and woke. ‘Serenity?’ Cala’s voice, Cala’s angular shape outlined against the window. ‘ ‘Tis an ironic title, in sooth,’ Maia said feebly, realizing that the entangling garments of the nightmare were merely his...
Other people had flying dreams. I had falling nightmares.
I really like it when a bad dream doesn’t scare you…it inspires you instead’.
Never are we as honest as at night, alone with thoughts and nightmares.
But the fact is, dreams catch us with our armor off.
Every man has at least one nightmare he’d like to keep to himself.
Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.