Muhammad Ali Quotes

I was always curious. I always wondered why Tarzan is the King of the Jungle in Africa, he was white.

I shall have a beautiful dream tonight. I also wish everyone to have a beautiful dream.

For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.

If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from when you go to sleep at night, just look around. This is where they are made.

Those dreams that on the silent night intrude, and with false flitting shapes our minds delude ... are mere productions of the brain. And fools consult interpreters in vain.

Guess what, Martin Luther King? I had a dream, too.

In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name

When I am dreaming at night, I see everything as a shot from a movie. I have cranes and extras in my dreams. I swear to you! It doesn't happen every day, but many nights my dreams are like a movie. I don't see normal movement - I see things in very complicated shots.

Oh, dreams! In one night, lying with one's eyes shut, one may sometimes live through more than ten years of happiness.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I had a dream last night that a hamburger was eating me.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

I dream in colour, and its always very surreal. My dream world is complete Hieronymus Bosch and Dali. I love it, I look forward to it every night

Last night, I had that dream again. I dreamt I had to take a test, in a Dairy Queen, on another planet.

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.

It's not my dreams that get me in trouble, it's what my wife dreams I did. My wife punched me in the middle of the night; I woke up and went Oww! What was that for?, and she goes I dreamt you were making out with Faith Hill. I said I wasn't dreaming anything! Send her over to my dreams, and we'll both be happy.

Can you understand your own dreams, which arise with mushrooms' rank richness in the night-forests within your skull?

We all dream profusely every night, yet by morning we've forgotten ninety percent of what went on. That's why poets are such important members of society. Poets remember our dreams for us.

The Land of Dreams, that mystical realm, where the oddest of visions appear, come wander through scenes of joyful peace, or stampeded through nightmares of fear. Dare we open those secret doors, down dusty paths of mind, in long-forgotten corners, what memories we'll find. Who rules o'er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? 'Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

If you wish to form a clear judgment on your friends, consult your dreams.

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