We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real.
We have within reach, now, the attainment of almost every dream of mankind.
But what, Phaedrus, is the contrary of a dream if not some other dream?… A dream of vigilance and tension dreamt by Reason herself!—And what would such a Reason dream?—If a Reason were to dream—a Reason hard, erect, eyes armed, mouth closed, as though mistress of her lips—would not the dream she dreamt be what we see now—this world of exact forces and studied illusions?—A dream, a dream, but a dream interpenetrated with symmetries, all order, acts and sequences!
Dream within a dream,
Our dream deferred.
Good morning, daddy!
Ain’t you heard?
And oh my dreams
It's never quite as it seems
'Cause you're a dream to me
Dream to me.
A dream, a dream, — it is all a dream,
A strange, sad dream, good sooth;
For old as I am, and old as I seem,
My heart is full of youth.
I remember wondering smokily whether anyone ever loves a person. People seem to love dreams instead, and for the lucky ones, the person is close to the dream. But it’s a dream all the same, a sticky dream. You unload the person, and the dream stays with you.
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
It seems like all this life was just a dream