We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.
You ever be having a really good dream, and then, uh- right in the middle of the dream you wake up, right in the best part of the dream? And there you are, back in your stinkin' life again? Man, that's rough, eh?
Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'
The question was put to him, what hope is; and his answer was, "The dream of a waking man."
It got to the point where I would wake up at 6 A.M. and go on my phone and tweet something and have it be really good and get lots of retweets... and then I would wake up, because it was actually a dream; I would wake up with my hand holding nothing - an air phone.
Don't let your alarm clock, be the only reason you wake up.
The waking have one common world, but the sleeping turn aside each into a world of his own
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.
My mood depends heavily on what happens to me right after I get up.
I fell asleep once while washing dishes. I hallucinated prolifically - like, squirrels knitting whole sweaters! It was like my dreams inserted themselves in my waking life.
Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.
And some men are as ignorant of what they do when awake as they are forgetful of what they do when asleep.
-a whole world can lie before someone, if love is there when one wakes.
There is a psychological technique which makes it possible to interpret dreams, and ... if that procedure is employed, every dream reveals itself as a psychical structure which has a meaning and which can be inserted at an assignable point in the mental activities of waking life.
And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death
We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.
In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes.
If you woo the company of the angels in your waking hours, they will be sure to come to you in your sleep.
I've always been excited by rotoscoping, the technique used in films like 'Waking Life,' which fuses animation with real-life emotion. It seemed like it was a process ripe for innovation.
Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
A dream project is anything I do when I'm awake.
The good sleep better, but the bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more.
May we not then sometimes define insanity as an inability to distinguish which is the waking and which the sleeping life? We often dream without the least suspicion of unreality: 'Sleep hath its own world', and it is often as lifelike as the other.
The moment in which the spirit meets death is perhaps like the moment in which it is embraced in sleep. I suppose it never happened to any one to be conscious of the immediate transition from the waking to the sleeping state.
Is a dream reality till you wake up?
