Donald Glover Quotes

I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting. I dream in black and white, and I dream of him. I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid.

Horror, for me, has to involve some sort of fantasy. Horror is something that is in your dreams or your nightmares.

The best monsters are our anxieties given form. They make sense on the level of a dream - or a nightmare.

There is an excitement about having nightmares.

In terms of fear, I still am most afraid of Freddie Kruger.

I would dream that this coffin had wings, and it would fly around my bed at night, and so it was a dream that happened a lot, and that's what frightened me.

But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.

You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.

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.

Didier once told me, in a rambling, midnight dissertation, that a dream is the place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, he said, we call the dream a nightmare.

Everybody has a nightmare, and everybody apparently has falling dreams, and everybody has the drowning dream, and everybody has certain kinds of sexual manifestation dreams, as well as our stress dreams; I didn't study for the algebra test, I didn't study for my driving test, you know, all those dreams. I still have those dreams, and it's just such an interesting thing that our mind can turn against us, our own mind, you know we all have.

I just can't wake from these scary dreams.

I think every one of us dreams, and we know what the quality of a dream is. In many ways, the reason dreams are so - mine are a little bit nightmarish, is that it's when you're really naked and can really face the things you don't face in reality, your darkest anxieties.

For horror to work, you have to be afraid. You have to keep the monster in a black and white light.

The monster nevers dies.

I never remember nice dreams; only the bad ones stick.

I've always felt that the real horror is next door to us, that the scariest monsters are our neighbors.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

Then I reminded myself that all intelligent children suffer bad dreams.

I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.

There is some consolation in the fact that, even though your dreams don't come true, neither do your nightmares.

Dreams surround our desires with ugliness and dread.

Our brightest dreams and our greatest fears are just over the horizon.

That’s the nice thing about dreams, the way you wake up before you fall.

Unfortunately, a superabundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares