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Sometimes life begins like a bad dream and ends up like a kid's fairytale. The kind our grandmothers used to tell us about sitting next to a fireplace, with their white braids shining under the fire's light. They knew that even in an era like ours, there is nothing wrong with dreaming.. ↗

— Georgia Kakalopoulou

#dreams

There was no doubt in my mind that the man next to me was the same one who had been in my visions for the last six years. He was real, and he was at Luke's buying a whiskey? I almost felt cheated. For so long, I wondered what this vision was all about, feeling that it held some deeper meaning I would someday grasp. Yet, here I was at some seedy bar and the man in my dreams shows up and orders a whiskey. Now what? Save him from dying of inebriation? ↗

— L.J. Kentowski

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I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall ↗

— Neil Gaiman

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What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? ↗

— William Shakespeare

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I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering throught the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be ↗

— Neil Gaiman

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One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one]. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-sandman #dreams

I am not in my gallery and neither do I hold your sigil. Will you speak to me? ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams

The bonds of family bind us up, support us, help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult, perhaps impossible to extricate oneself ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-sandman #dreams

To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel ↗