I dream crazy vivid dreams. Like, entire movies. And sometimes I write songs about them.
My dreams are like fuzzy Charlie Kaufman movies, so I love going to sleep.
I had some wonderful dreaming meetings. I can't tell you specifically what they've been in the recent months. In the past they've been verbal kinds of messages that he needed to give me. Now they're more dreams of his presence.
I've always been fascinated by memory and dreams because they are both completely our own. No one else has the same memories. No one has the same dreams.
Last night I dreamt I ate a ten pound marshmallow. When I woke up the pillow was gone.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.
I never remember my dreams.
Seriously, I dreamed that I was in my husband's dream, watching what he was dreaming about. Like, I was in his dream as an onlooker. It was so weird that I immediately wrote it down in the middle of the night. In the morning, it still sounded cool.
I have been interested in dreams, really since I was a kid. I have always been fascinated by the idea that your mind, when you are asleep, can create a world in a dream and you are perceiving it as though it really existed.
I have absurdly vivid dreams.
Did anyone ever have a boring dream?
If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.
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. That's why I do remember many of them.
I don't understand people who dream in black and white. I just don't get it. My dreams have always been vivid color.
I hardly ever remember my dreams.
Gradually it occurred to me that we spend a great deal of life asleep and that dreams are little narratives, little stories. I thought, 'Who's choreographing this stuff?'
A work of fiction is conceived very much the same way as a dream occurs in the mind of a sleeper.
I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.
When you dream, you dialogue with aspects of yourself that normally are not with you in the daytime and you discover that you know a great deal more than you thought you did.
We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.
I'm drawn to dreams.
I have a very healthy dream life. I dream a lot many, many, many nights a week. When I'm shooting, it's even more - I don't know if it has to do with stress or with creation.
Dreams are pretty unexplainable. Have you ever tried to explain a dream to someone, and they're like 'Yeah, that sounds not as exciting as you think it is?'
I do dream. I mean, I must every night, right? But I only remember a couple a year.
