The building gave the illusion ofa real hospital and hope of finding a real bed, but delivered the real risk ofdeath by syringe.

He's dreamin'.

He's dreaming.

He's still dreaming about it.

So how can I doubt who she is?

Let him dream a little.

He started dreaming about grilled meat.

How many of you would like that?

Okay, a few less hands.

He never dreamed about the boy.

Now we see who's dreaming.

He only dreamed of places now... ... and of the lions on the beach.

You will both wait to dress me for my travels.

He dreams he's back during the French Revolution.

The old man was dreaming about the lions.

Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change

And my grandfather lived and died dreaming of you

Boy, if I could ever find a girl who was hungry for those things.

Good! Now, I would suggest that you two be seen together.

He no longer dreamed of storms nor of women... ... nor of great occurrences nor of great fish... ... nor fights nor contests of strength nor of his wife.

Walter Reuther never dreamed of.

This is what our teammates, we dream of at night.

Santos has forgottlen how to hope, like all our people.

Then he dreamed he was in the village, on his bed.

But Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl, to put it politely.

He did not dream of the lions, but instead, of a vast school of porpoises... ... that stretched for eight or 10 miles, and it was in the time of their mating.

And so I just I hope we all dream well.

In truth, who would not dream of ruling over a vanquished castle?

Going back to school is what the children dream of, and so do we.

But wireless technology wasn't dreamt up then.

They say dreaming is dead, that no one does it anymore.

Yes, one usually dreams of one's analyst as an authority with a beard.

Then he dreamed of the whales that passed along this coast in the fall.

He dreams of a girl... and he sighs... and the night wind stirs with his breath.

Put away from yourself a perverse mouth. Put corrupt lips far from you.

Put away from thee a froward mouth, and perverse lips put far from thee.

Like Don Quixote and Cervantes himself the artist dreams of other rules and rewards than his fellow men, who are content to digest their everyday lives.

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Fine. And you?

I'm talking about you.

I told her about you.

How about you?

What about you?

You?

How about you?