All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
—Elias Canetti
I believe that dreams transport us through the underside of our days, and that if we wish to become acquainted with the dark side of what we are, the signposts are there, waiting for us to translate them.
—Gail Godwin
Dream research is a wonderful field. All you do is sleep for a living.
—Stephen LaBerge
A dream that is not interpreted is like a letter that is not read.
—Talmud
Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.
—Terri Guillemets
I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.
—Vincent Van Gogh
You know that there's a whole underground system that you call "dreams," having nothing better to call them, and that this system is not like roads or tunnels but more like a live body network, all coiling and stretching, unpredictable but finally familiar—where you are now, where you've always been.
—Alice Munro
When I dream, I am always ageless.
—Elizabeth Coatsworth
A couple of months ago I had a dream, which I remember with the utmost clarity. (I don't usually remember my dreams.) I dreamed I had died and gone to Heaven. I looked about and knew where I was—green fields, fleecy clouds, perfumed air, and the distant, ravishing sound of the heavenly choir. And there was the recording angel smiling broadly at me in greeting. I said in wonder, "Is this Heaven?" The recording angel said, "It is." I said (and on waking and remembering, I was proud of my integrity), "But there must be a mistake. I don't belong here. I'm an atheist." "No mistake," said the recording angel. "But as an atheist how can I qualify?" The recording angel said sternly, "We decide who qualifies. Not you." "I see," I said. I looked about, pondered for a moment, then turned to the recording angel and asked, "Is there a typewriter here that I can use?" The significance of the dream was clear to me. I felt Heaven to be the act of writing, and I have been in Heaven for over half a century, and I have always known this.
—Isaac Asimov
What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?
—Woody Allen
Don Quixote is the true American.… You do not have to look in many American eyes to suddenly meet somewhere the beautiful grave lunacy of his gaze.
—Tennessee Williams
Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
—Matthew Prior
Those were the days when dreams were sweet and life was sweeter still.
—Lisa Schroeder in Chasing Brooklyn
Dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.
—Erin Morgenstern in The Night Circus
I am, indeed, a practical dreamer. My dreams are not airy nothings. I want to convert my dreams into realities as far as possible.
—Mahatma Gandhi