I have absurdly vivid dreams.

I mean, every child at one stage dreams of being a prince or a princess.

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 think everyone dreams of that nice romantic wedding.

I was not born in a home where there were stereotypes. So that was very useful because it gave me the sense of possibilities, of flying, if I may say, of making my hopes and dreams a reality.

I've never dreamed of a story idea. I have such boring dreams.

Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.