...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...

...The heart mourns people and places and returns to them in dreams...

...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...

a rainy walk through leaves will cure almost anything