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I don’t understand people who dream in black and white. I just don’t get it. My dreams have always been vivid color.
We have lost that which has made us great over the generations, and that is the sense of individual and personal responsibility that we can come up, we can pursue our dreams and our aspirations and we won’t be blocked by government regulation, by the inability to get a loan as a small business to make our dreams come true.
Dreams seem to have a will of their own.
I published in 1978 a report on dreams in the Journal of Clinical Psychology. It was the first study of its kind to demonstrate that it is possible for people to make constructive use of their dreams to improve their lives.
I mean, we’ve all had those dreams where, you know, we try to cry out and our voice won’t come.
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.
Dreams are illusions, and we can’t let go of them because we would be dead.
I try to help people realize their dreams by using magic to tell stories that educate, move, and inspire.
What differentiates us from animals is the fact that we can listen to other people’s dreams, fears, joys, sorrows, desires and defeats – and they in turn can listen to ours.
Most ‘reality’ shows aren’t reality at all. They’re game shows with no prize. Like ‘Rock of Love.’ His aren’t genuine feelings. Then again, Bob Barker didn’t really care whether or not you won the toaster. Sorry to shatter everyone’s dreams.