#dreaming

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? ↗

— Zhuangzi

#around #awoke #being #butterfly #dreamed

You’re afraid of imagination. And even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the responsibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep, and dreams are a part of sleep. When you’re awake you can suppress imagination. But you can’t suppress dreams. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dreams #imagination #responsibility #dreams

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays. ↗

— Steven Herrick

#month-of-sundays #dreams

There's a reason for every journey, and mine was prompted by boredom and the recklessness of youth, by a wish to break the bounds of my normal existence and familiarise myself with life and the world at large. ↗

— Walter Moers

#the-city-of-dreaming-books #walter-moers #dreams

I had a dream about you last night. We moved into a cabin in the countryside. I couldn't handle the spiders. You couldn't handle my drama. I moved back to the city. ↗

— Michael Summers

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships

Oh, to awake from dreaming! ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#dreams

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 be under siege; ripped from the sky in mid flight, my wings useless against the monstrous claws shredding my reality. I struggled to remain, to be left alone, aloft.  Reaching with wings that through the power of imagination were suddenly feathered arms, I grabbed at the air.  My hands clutched at something solid.  Wooden.  A desk.  My head spun as I held the furniture, suffering the illusion of falling.   "I was flying," I gasped, realizing suddenly that it had all been a dream. "My best fantasy ever." Lifting my head from its resting spot on the writing desk, I worked mentally to secure the fading images, hoping to capture their essence to memory before they faded away forever.  Bitterness tainted my heart against the hand that had jerked me into sensibility.  Why was I always so callously awakened while doing my best work?  Why not let me dream? ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#imagination #nightmare #richelle #richelle-goodrich #writer

Dreaming is another form of thinking, more concrete, more economical, more visual, and often more emotional than the thoughts of the day, but a thinking through of the day, nevertheless. ↗

— Siri Hustvedt

#dreams #thinking #dreams

Really good literature is seldom appreciated in its own day. The best authors die poor, the bad ones make money - it's always been like that. ↗

— Walter Moers

#the-city-of-dreaming-books #walter-moers #dreams

Jim knew that he was awake and asleep at the same time, dreaming of the war and yet dreamed of by the war. ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#world-war-two #dreams