“Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life”

“Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
---"On death”

“May we not imagine that possibly this earthly life of ours is to the other life what sleeping is to waking? May not all our life be a dream and death an awakening? But an awakening to what? And supposing that everything is but the dream of God and that God one day will awaken? Will He remember His dream?”

“Last night I saw you in my dreams/Now I can't wait to go to sleep/And this life is all a dream/So my real life starts when I go to sleep.”

“Maybe what we take to be real is just a dream and the dream is the real reality of life. Who dreams while we sleep?”

“When I sleep I sleep and do not dream because it is as well that I am what I seem when I am in my bed and dream.”

“This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life.”

“The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams.”

“Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night.
Sleep, sleep: in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.”

“You're afraid of imagination and even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the resposibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep and dreams are a part of sleep. When you're awake you can suppress imagination but you can't supress dreams.”