i am a dreamer. i dream in my sleep and i dream when i am awake. it never stops.

oneiromanti is the science of dreaming.
i reblog most posts i see about sleep and dreams.

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H.C Andersen

H.C Andersen

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One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
— Virginia Woolf
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He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink…
Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
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ⓒ Madame Lolina
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Blinding

Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realized that it was you who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
‘Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White’s stitching like a circuitboard
It’s like I’m slipping through the hidden door
Snow White’s stitching like a circuitboard

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Snow White’s stitching like a circuitboard
It’s like I’m slipping through the hidden door
Snow White’s stitching like a circuitboard
It’s like I’m slipping through the hidden door

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