I awoke to a daymare. Life.

…my books are derived from city images, and the city of my dreams or nightmares is Mexico City. (The Art of Fiction, No. 68. The Paris Review, No. 82, Winter 1981.)

Dark nights, bright days!

It is a law of nature that a dream carried for too long inside you must, eventually, begin to rot.

Ah, Proph.” Tom paused. “You did have a nightmare last night.””And here I thought maybe I dreamed it,” Prophet muttered sarcastically.

I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.

Dreams so often become nightmares. Family can so easily become foes. And people are always more stupid than you give them credit for.

I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone… I should’ve...

That is, I fancy, the true doctrine on the subject of Tales of Terror and such things, which unless a man of letters do well and truly believe, without doubt he will end by blowing...

Gardeners produce flowers that are delicious dreams, and others too that are like nightmares.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

It is the earliest dream that I can remember, earlier than the witch at the corner of the nursery passage, this dream of something outside that has got to come in. The witch, like the...

All the nightmares will come true, whether you try or not, but for your dreams to come true, you have to do everything.

It is when one begins to lose the consciousness of freedom, and when the idea of necessity enters the world at all, when there is any hurry or strain anywhere, a letter to be written...

What about nightmares? Have you experienced sexual dreams of a dark nature?

Most nightmares are caged in their realm by implausibilities. The sleeper slogs through quicksand in a fun house of frightening nonsense and disjointed mumbo jumbo. But everything’s all better once the bedside lamp is back...

Even in his sleep he couldn’t escape.

It was any outcast’s nightmare.If I looked carefully, I suspected I might find it beneath the black paint of the small acrylic by the window.

My pillow is as good as any oceanto drown in the nightmare of myself.I swam all the way here from the moon.

She disliked him more for having mastered her inner will. How dared he say that he would love her still, even though she shook him off with contempt? She wished she had spoken more –...

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you’re waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.

We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.

May the merciful god, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. Death...

How you can have dreams when your neighbors have nightmares.

I’ve long considered becoming a writer to be the death of nightmares. For me at least, since I started writing I hadn’t had any. Something really terrible or awful happens in a dream and you...

And everybody dreams about vampires; we grow up dreaming about them. They’re the first and worst monster that lives under everybody’s bed.

Maldonado’s face was ghastly. ‘That’ she said, pointing below the bed where the cat lurked, ‘and that’ – pointing to what lay on the floor – ‘prove it was no dream. Do dreams leave marks...

When she woke up crying for one of her nightmares, the Kolker would stay with her, brush her hair with his hands, collect her tears in thimbles for her to drink the next morning (The...

I am both numb and oversensitive, overwhelmed by the need, the raw and desperate need of the girls I am listening to and trying to help. I’m overdosing on the trauma of others, while still...

Hug your nightmares.

At night we sort the energy that by day we sense.

Do not ignore dreams. They are a line from the past to the future. All nightmares are real.

Evil, let it never be mistaken, is real. But it is inferior. It is parasitic. It is incomplete. The moment we take counsel from it, become overwhelmed by it, or put it on an equal...

Suddenly exhausted, she closes her eyes and slips into nightmares again. Graveyards rising out of the ocean. Her friends’ corpses in the light of their burning school. Skeletons ripping open men’s chests and crawling inside....

It takes life to transform nightmares into dreams.

My bed is massive (I drown in it, and it doesn’t matter how big the bed is, my nightmares more than fill it)

I can push everything into the dark.But it leaves me empty.And the dark always ends up finding me in my sleep

Plans never go as planned, ever; that’s just how life is. People spend way too much time dreaming about a future they should be having more nightmares warning them against. But that doesn’t mean you...

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...

The thought burrowed into her heart as darkness fell. It coiled in her guts as she wedged herself amongst the boughs of a tree to sleep. And in the morning, it woke with her and...

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

Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.

Other people had flying dreams. I had falling nightmares.

There was a crash like the falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass, mirrors, and crystal prisms.

When I was small I dreamed of demons. I thought they were under my bed, but you said, it can’t be so, you don’t get demons our side of the river, the guards won’t let...

Nightmares are at all times better than real life; because you always have the chance to start over everything.

Darkness is happening,” said the leather woman, very quietly. “Night is happening. All the nightmares that have come out when the sun goes down, since the cave times, when we huddled together in fear for...

Those in their snug Bed-chambers may call the Fears of Night meer Bugbears, but their Minds have not pierced into the Horror of the World which others, who are adrift upon it, know.

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

You never know. Maybe when we’re dreaming…we’re more lucid than when we are awake.