“When I am asleep, I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.”
Durmiendo sueño lo que despierto sueño. Y mi soñar es continuo.
Voces (1943)
The Calmative (1946)
“When I am asleep, I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.”
Durmiendo sueño lo que despierto sueño. Y mi soñar es continuo.
Voces (1943)
“I don't have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream.”
“And what exactly is a dream, and what exactly is a joke?”
Jugband Blues
Social Dreaming of the Frin in David G. Hartwell (ed.) Year's Best Fantasy 3, p. 172 (Originally published at The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magazine_of_Fantasy_%26_Science_Fiction October/November 2002)
“Let me have my dreams but not what I dream of.”
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Vectors: Aphorisms and Ten Second Essays (2001)
“I am not just what I remember. I am also what I dream.”
Source: The Dream of a Ridiculous Man (1877), IV
Context: Oh, everyone laughs in my face now, and assures me that one cannot dream of such details as I am telling now, that I only dreamed or felt one sensation that arose in my heart in delirium and made up the details myself when I woke up. And when I told them that perhaps it really was so, my God, how they shouted with laughter in my face, and what mirth I caused! Oh, yes, of course I was overcome by the mere sensation of my dream, and that was all that was preserved in my cruelly wounded heart; but the actual forms and images of my dream, that is, the very ones I really saw at the very time of my dream, were filled with such harmony, were so lovely and enchanting and were so actual, that on awakening I was, of course, incapable of clothing them in our poor language, so that they were bound to become blurred in my mind; and so perhaps I really was forced afterwards to make up the details, and so of course to distort them in my passionate desire to convey some at least of them as quickly as I could. But on the other hand, how can I help believing that it was all true? It was perhaps a thousand times brighter, happier and more joyful than I describe it. Granted that I dreamed it, yet it must have been real. You know, I will tell you a secret: perhaps it was not a dream at all!
Before the Flowers of Friendship Faded Friendship Faded (1931)