I had a dream about you last night… you kept meowing at people and licking yourself it was not unlike you normally.
I had a dream about you. I was a ventriloquist trying to share your fashion secrets, but you wouldn’t talk. So we put on a strip show for the department store sale, and I was arrested for theft – I took away your dignity as a mannequin
Leaving your dreams and living someone’s dreams is like dipping a pole into a pool to catch a weaver bird alive! It doesn’t work that way… Pursue what God sent you for!
We waste this life dreaming of another.
Never give up.
Never give up on your hopes.
Never give up on your dreams.
Never give up on your visions.
Life will throw you curve balls, learn how to read the pitch.
I’d tell you what happened, but I can’t remember all of it. And I don’t wanna put words in my dreams thoughts.
Never stop. Never stop fighting. Never stop dreaming. And don’t be afraid of wearing your heart on your sleeve – in declaring the films that you love, the films that you want to make, the life that you’ve had, and the lives you can help reflect in cinema. For myself, for a long time… maybe I felt inauthentic or something, I felt like my voice wasn’t worth hearing, and I think everyone’s voice is worth hearing. So if you’ve got something to say, say it from the rooftops.
How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares??
Showing the light where is all dark!
I had a dream that Mark Wahlberg and his wife were our neighbors and we had dance parties in our living room and drank wine from Solo cups. I remember being confused as to why they lived in a regular neighborhood, or why it didn’t seem to make anyone awkward that I had Marky’s Calvin ads up in the living room.