“A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory... a far-off memory that's like a scattered dream... i want to line the pieces up... yours and mine.”

“A scattered dream that’s like a far-off memory,A far-off memory that’s like a scattered dream.I wanna line the pieces upyours and mine.”

“...memory is a cloudy, disjointed thing - like disconnected dreams with images scattered and thrown to settle where they please.”

“Alice! A childish story take,And with a gentile handLay it where Childhood dreams are twinedIn memory's mystic band,Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowersPluck'd in a far off land.”

“I take my hands off the break and let go. The trees and the fences mess together and the concrete could be the sky and the sky could be the concrete and the factories spread out before me like a light-scattered dream.”

“And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.”