It must be born…
June 13, 2013

It must be borne in mind that the tragedy in life doesn’t lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach. It isn’t a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled, but it is a calamity not to dream. It is not a disaster to be unable to capture your ideal, but it is a disaster to have no ideal to capture. It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars, but it is a disgrace not to have stars to reach for. Not failure, but low aim is sin. (Dr. Benjamin Elijah Mays)


Roberto Bolaño’s Devotion by Roberto Bolaño | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books
June 8, 2013

I saw this link from my Facebook page, and thought the poem’s very outstanding, very much free form, and has allowed me to imagine about some details of some dreams I had in past, very long time ago, that continue to hound me. Its lines are so direct and decidedly undramatic. Reading it, I thought I was watching a brief video on YouTube…Read one of those poems that I believe helps describes the dreaming process each one of us have, and which poem I’ve gathered another online source: Roberto Bolaño’s Devotion by Roberto Bolaño | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books.

Sayings on Dreams! V
August 31, 2011

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All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
– Thomas E. Lawrence

Sayings on Dreams! II
May 24, 2011


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‎”Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.” ~James Dean~

National Geographic Article Says “Dreams Make You Smarter, More Creative”
September 2, 2010

Find time to read the whole article from one of my favorite magazines, National Geographic, on studies suggesting that dreams actually can turn you smarter than you are now, and just as more creative as you’ve ever been. Here’s the link.

Indulge with me on “over-reading” what the said article presents. And as such, this assertion from the findings, strengthens our efforts in this rather-tedious endeavor on blogging about dreams we’ve had last night. However, most of these dreams are forgotten easily. And I find myself dreaming each evening, but the next day, I barely remember exact details. Well, that’s part of the dreaming process, thus making it more dreamy! I guess, there are better ways of recording down the details as soon as I get up from bed—-your inputs on these approaches you may know about will be highly appreciated.

And I remain grateful, I always dream each night I sleep. ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“A Little Dog Getting Killed” in My Dream Last Night
May 21, 2010

Over breakfast of coffee (my second cup for the day!), and french toast (which I prepared myself), I recalled hazy details of my dream just last night (a few hours ago, actually). There were other dreams I’ve had the past months that I’ve been away from this blogsite, and I never made the time to write them down here. A few of them were terribly scary, but I rather forget them now. In this particular dream that I work on remembering now, I got the (rare) luxury (nowadays) of valuable time plus the chance to sit comfortable and write down notes about the dream using my celfone while I was still in bed. Then a phone call came from someone abroad, which I took.

Back now to this dream, I remember seeing myself walking, and walking continuously. From the distance, I see the skyline of a huge city, with tall buildings, and it’s getting darker, and darker as every moment of the dream unfolded before my sleeping mind. I wasn’t exactly running from something scary; I remember I was actually working on trying to take my time doing my walk, just being by myself, and being happy and contented about it. Hazily, I recall hearing voices from some youths who were also milling around the area. It now looked like we’re on a hilly part of an average-height of a mountain. Tall, wild swaths of grass surround us. But we’re not being bothered by what’s happening. All the time, the whole dream gets darker and darker.  The youths are having fun, and looking like they’re enjoying themselves.

Then, I recall, a gunshot. A defined shot from a gun that was muted by the sound of the wind at that moment. I saw a little dog was whimpering. It was being killed, or must have been dying by that time. The youths laughed aloud. I turned around, and saw them from a distance. I got so surprised by such act of violence over a helpless little dog.

I woke up!

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Martin Luther King Jr’s “I Have a Dream”
January 19, 2010


I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: …that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope.

This is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true.
So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

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Seeing My Numerous Contact Lenses in a Dream Some Evenings Ago
October 9, 2009

I remember having seen a lot of my contact lenses in my dreams some evenings ago. I wonder why my contacts lenses have been featured prominently in my dreams. I can’t remember exactly the details, but I remember I saw myself in that dream having received a lot of contact lens sets from my eye doctor. She happens to live with her husband who’s also an eye doctor somewhere in Ocean Avenue in Brooklyn, NYC. They have a great practice, based in their house, and I remember seeing old, well-used equipment the 2 times that I’ve been to their clinic. She’s one of those optometrists who serve with government-owned hospitals catering mostly to people without much money to spare on their health care costs. It’s great also to know that she’s been in practice for over 40 years together with her husband. She even told me about her son who lives in Manhattan, and who’s also working to make a name for himself as a writer (just like myself, with all the blogsites that I keep and the online content writing I work on mostly these days, in addition to my part-time “better paid” gigs to help me lead a life more comfortably—whatever that means!).

I certainly would like to understand why these contacts have appeared in one of my dreams…..

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Drunk, and Having Dreams During My Naps Way Home
July 7, 2009

I remember being drunk last night after 6 glasses of red wine which I enjoyed with my friend somewhere in the Lower East Side. The night ended, and as promised, I had to bring her home. I knew I was drunk then, as I couldn’t recall anything about it now. Except that I recall something else.  I had short dreams, really bits of dreams I had while drunk, and navigating my way back to the Staten Island Ferry on my way home.

I don’t know how I got myself lost in the subway last night. I realized I must have taken the wrong direction, which was going uptown. I must have been trying to get into the express train “2 or 3” downtown, and thought of switching to the “1” train in Chamber Street. But this did not happen.  I soon found myself in the “2” train, and listening to the announcement “59th Street.”  I opted to stay, and decided, I could just get off at the next stop. Upon getting off, I soon realized, I was at Lincoln Center at past 2am.  I knew I remember having reminded about a friend who just committed suicide a month ago. He studied at Juilliard here at the Lincoln Center. I felt his presence. The presence was more like a reminder, just like a momentary dream that happened in a few seconds. I said “hello” to him.

I went down the system again, and waited for the “1” train. I soon got able to reach the Ferry terminal, and made it just in time for the 3am ferry to St George in Staten Island. I was gently awakened by one of the porters of the ferry when we reached St George, as I was deep asleep, having been exhausted, sleepy, dreamy, and drunk, and been visited by a friend in a dream, actually more of lapses of short dreams in matters of minutes.

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