Yusef Komunyakaa Quotes

I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. And for a while I can't work out what's real and what isn't... That kind of feeling. Do you have any idea what I'm saying?

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.

I had a dream that I was awake and I woke up to find myself asleep.

Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'

I can't remember any dreams in my life. There's so much strange in real life that it often seems like a dream.

I feel like a Space Jam' creature.

I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand. It was my other hand.

If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dreams, where immobile steel rims crack and the ditch in the back roads stop. Could you find me?

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.

"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that I was dreaming.

In the end dreams became his life, and his whole life thereafter took a strange turn: one might say he slept while waking and watched while asleep.

He dreamed he was eating shredded wheat and woke up to find the mattress half gone.

I'm still waiting for somebody to wake me up.

Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakeable Chuang Chou. But he didn't know if he was Chuang Chou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Chou.

Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.

Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.

If you're wondering if you're dreaming, you're dreaming.

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I'm just sort of stumbling through.

Too many things are possible in a dream. It's most interesting when you don't know which space you're in.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.