It is a law of nature that a dream carried for too long inside you must, eventually, begin to rot.

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Thus fortified I might take my rest in peace. But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exists and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths.

When dreams turn into nightmares no dumb layman can figure it out why. For life offers to those whose heart and mind is full of pure intent.

I really like it when a bad dream doesn't scare you...it inspires you instead'.

In nightmares we can think the worst. That's what they're for, I guess.