#DREAM #BIG Dreaming is Legal.. Dreaming Big is not illegal either.. :-)
Quit planning your dream and start living it.
Get lost in a story--in your dream fantasy...
Don't let reality, get in way of your dreams.
I dreamed of dying, long before my dreams have died.
I dream in fire but work in clay.
Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.
We need to forge a whole new energy and American Dream.
Whatever your dream is, every extra penny you have needs to be going to that.
I will steal your dreams tonight. Dark
Build a solid courage behind what you believe you can do. Your dreams may drift and fall, but when your courage is strong and still, you can’t shift; you’ll lift your dreams again!
... sleep deprivation is an illegal torture method outlawed by the Geneva Convention and international courts, but most of us do it to ourselves.
Have you ever been lucky enough to figure out where your dreams come from? I have. I've written many poems about a place that I have only been to in my dreams. This beautiful place is called Korea.
It is uncomfortable to keep your dreams in a house just behind a public toilet; your dreams will surely attract bad odours from the waste products of people in detracting environments. Keep it away from negative people!
Someone said that our goals keep us going, but it's our dreams that make us tick. So if you disconnect your goals from your dreams, don't be surprised if one morning you realize that your life is on autopilot.
Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be.
I had a dream about you. We were dissecting love like it was a frog. You were squealing, I was squeamish, and Professor Warmwind was breathing down my neck.
I had a dream about you. You were a cumulus cloud that looked like you, and I was a sky gazer waiting for you to get naked and rain all over my sunbaked body.
I had a dream about you. You sold Tuesdays to factory workers on Monday mornings. You had a good thing going, until I showed up with a vender cart stocked full of Wednesdays.
I had a dream about you. I was a small business owner, and you were also a small business owner. The difference was I was a sole proprietor, and you were a midget.
I had a dream about you. You were a her named Penny, but you were even more worthless than a cent. And I was a businessman who owned coin-operated used bubblegum dispensers.
