If you want to hear a scary story, I'll tell you about a dream I had a few weeks ago.
I fell asleep? "Totally." "Really?" "You were very restless, did you have a scary dream?"
At night, she used to dream of the country and the field of daisies and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.
I dream of a society whose wealth is distributed fairly.
There is no dream of man which atomic power does not promise a chance to attain.
To accomplish great things we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.
I'm still having a hard time convincing myself that this is not a fantastic dream.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
You hear about a lot of incidents these days that would be hard to dream up. It really backs up the old saying that fact is stranger than fiction.
CouchSurfing is like speaking Esperanto, it's a dream coming true: the global village.
I had a dream last night, about silk and fine cloth or about equality and fair trial.
If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.
No expense was spared in the construction of the Smith's dream home.