...my dream-artist can draw anything, and do it perfectly; he can paint with
all the color and all the shades, and do it with delicacy and truth; he can
place before me vivid images of palaces, cities, hamlets, hovels, mountains,
valleys, lakes, skies, glowing in sunlight or moonlight, or veiled in driving
gusts of snow or rain, and he can set before me people who are intensely alive,
and who feel, and express their feelings in their faces, and who also talk and
laugh, sing and swear. And when I wake I can shut my eyes and bring back those
people, and the scenery and the buildings; and not only in general view, but
often in nice detail ...
- "My Platonic Sweetheart
| In our dreams - I know it! -- we do make the journeys we seem to make:
we do see the things we seem to see; the people, the homes, the cats, the
dogs, the birds, the whales, are real, not chimeras; they are living spirits,
not shadows; and they are immortal and indestructible. They go whither they
will; they visit all resorts, all points of interest, even the twinkling
suns that wander in the wastes of space. That is where those strange mountains
are which slide from under our feet while we walk, and where those vast
caverns are whose bewildering avenues close behind us and in front when
we are lost, and shut us in. We know this because there are no such things
here, and they must be there, because there is no other place. - "My Platonic Sweetheart" |
 Gull photo by Dave Thomson © 2006 |
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A dream that comes only once is oftenest
only an idle accident, and hasn't any message, but the recurrent dream is
quite another matter--oftener than not it has come on business. - "Three Thousand Years Among the Microbes" |
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