Dreams are life, real life, not simply reflections. Dreams are honest.

Hate misleads, fear distorts and love blinds.

Do you have to feel something for it to be real or mean anything? Can you touch your dreams, taste your imagination.

Love is a warm brain, not a leaping heart.

The future and the past are equally meaningless because they are nebulous entities, times that do not exist, containing events which have no echo because they are gone, or which hold no import because they are yet to happen. What is important is the here and now, and now, and now, and the spaces between the nows.

Fate knows all about you, it knows your fears and your weaknesses and your confidences and strengths, and it can be ready for all of them when it decides that the time is right. It can move you like a pawn in a terrible game of chess, sacrifice you for the good of others, drop you from a building you should never have been inside, give you a disease that no one has ever heard of. Luck and chance are impartial. Fate is active. It picks on people. Almost as if it thinks about things too much.

If you do not fear God, then fear your dreams, because they're how He talks to you.