Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.

I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours”
I said that

Please — consider me a dream.

As my intimacy with his family grew, I became part of the world which he sought to escape; I became one of the bonds which held him.

I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers,
And I become the other dreamers.

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

Maktub,” she said. “If I am really part of your dream, you’ll come back one day.

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

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

At times he entertained the dream. Two men can defy the world.

If I do feel guilty, I guess it's because I let him go on dreaming when I wasn't dreaming a bit.

Well, maybe it started that way. As a dream, but doesn’t everything. Those buildings. These lights. This whole city. Somebody had to dream about it first. And maybe that is what I did. I dreamed about coming here, but then I did it.

I used to build dreams about you.

He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we can love) would eventually be a part of himself