They're so good, I sometimes dream about them back home in the city.

Men do not dream on love in the hour of death.

The one whose death you dream even in the presence of your god.

And why had he dreamed of them in the first place?

And why had she dreamed of him in the first place?

The home he still dreamed about at night, in the dark, alone.

I had never dreamed of myself in anything like it.

He had dreamed of this moment too often, in one form or another.

A small minority of people say that they dream only in black and white.

Others are just pretty objects to dream about in the cold winter months.