“In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed-- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left mebroken-hearted.”

“Darkness invades the dreams of the glassblower. Of all the unpleasantries his dreams grab in out of the night air, an extinguished light is the worst. Light in his dreams, was always hope: the basic moral hope. As the contacts break helically away, hope turns to darkness, and the glassblower wakes sharply tonight crying, Who? Who?”

“was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?”

“I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there is no man can tell what. Methought I was,--and methought I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom...”

“I've been sleeping with the night light unpluggedWith a note on the rocking chairIt says I'm dreaming of the life I once lovedSo wake me if you're out there”

“The wise have pitied the fool that hath striven to give a life In the world of time and space among the bulks of actual things,To dream that was dreamed in the heart, and that only the heart could hold.Oh wise men, riddle me this: What if the dream come true?”