“I took a deep breath. "Are you free tonight?" There was a long, pregnant pause. "What about the man in the dream?" he finally asked. "There is no man in the dream.”

“I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.”

“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...”

“After dreaming about being in love for so long I finally got what it meant to actually be in it.”

“Well, he's history. You're free to meet the man of your dreams now.”

“A dream you once were,A dream of all my realities,A dream I can no long strive forIn the wake of my manly betayals”