dreaming

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Stephen King, Doctor Sleep

Before drifting away entirely, he found himself reflecting – not for the first time – on the peculiarity of adults. They tool laxatives, liquor, or sleeping pills to drive away their terrors so that sleep would come, and their terrors were so tame and domestic: the job, the money, what the teacher will think if I can’t get Jennie nicer clothes, does my wife still love me, who are my friends. They were pallid compared to the fears every child lies cheek and jowl with in his dark bed, with no one to confess to in hope of perfect understanding but another child. There is no group therapy or psychiatry or community social services for the child who must cope with the thing under the bed or in the cellar every night, the thing which leers and capers and threatens just beyond the point where vision will reach. The same lonely battle must be fought night after night and the only cure is the eventual ossification of the imaginary faculties, and this is called adulthood.

Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

When you come from the city to the town you lie wakeful in the absence of noise at first. You wait for something to break it: the cough of shattering glass, the squeal of tires blistering against the pavement, perhaps a scream. But there is nothing but the unearthly hum of the telephone wires and so you wait and wait and then sleep badly. But when the town gets you, you sleep like the town and the town sleeps deep in its blood, like a bear.

Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

The essential and defining characteristic of childhood is not the effortless merging of dream and reality, but only alienation. There are no words for childhood’s dark turns and exhalations. A wise child recognizes it and submits to the necessary consequences. A child who counts the cost is a child no longer.

Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

Stephen King, Rose Madder

When your dreams are of some world that never was or of some world that never will be and you are happy again then you will have given up.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

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