No doubt he didn't like being reminded that her dream could only be achieved by unnatural methods.
He had started the clinic shortly after they were married, so his dream was barely being realized.
Actually, everything belongs to both of us, but I was the one who had the lifelong dream of a horse ranch.
It was the idea that I would never have one... the death of a dream, I guess.
Maybe that was what the dream was about – shifting from one family to the next.
Dream interpretation certainly wasn't her forte'.
I thought it was every nurse's dream to marry a doctor.
She was going to have her lifelong dream as well as the dream she had recently developed - a life with Brandon.
Maybe that incident inspired her dream that night.
How the dream began, she couldn't remember but she was in his arms and he was gazing down at her, his expression as bland as usual.
Only in a dream, she thought sluggishly and reached out to touch his cheek.
It was her turn to blush as she recalled the dream that episode had inspired.
Did you dream while you napped on the sofa?
What happened to Howie was no ordinary dream, just as he said.
"A heightened awareness dream," I offered.
It was a lucid dream; half awake, half asleep.
The dream faded, and Jule slumped to the ground again, unable to fight the darkness.
His dream, the one about the Original Vamp, hadn't returned.
"Nothing but a fever dream," Jule said.
As if in a dream, she pulled it free and answered.
Since her dream, she'd heard him even when she was awake.
There were many people in his dream, and he thought he should remember them.
He didn't remember the dream, but he saw that kiri was crying again.
Unable to exit the dream fully, Deidre had no concept of how long they stood before the black flames of the fire.
She bit his neck gently, not wanting to hurt him despite the strange dream and hunger in her body screaming to be filled.
A flash of a dream went through her mind.
It had to be a dream, except that she remembered the heat of the skin beneath his shirt and tracing the scars she knew covered his body.
Now a billion or more can achieve that dream, and I foresee a time not far off when everyone on the planet can.
(Hey, it may not be your idea of a dream job, but it keeps you on the best side of the manure sack.)
They dream of time off.
But just because it is an old dream, doesn't mean it is an impossible one.
I read pretty stories in the book you sent me, about Charles and his boat, and Arthur and his dream, and Rosa and the sheep.
We talk and plan and dream about nothing but Boston, Boston, Boston.
Teacher says it was a day-dream, and she thinks you would be delighted to hear it.
It was only a dream, but I thought it real, and my heart sank within me.
Soon after Prince Andrew had gone, Princess Mary wrote to her friend Julie Karagina in Petersburg, whom she had dreamed (as all girls dream) of marrying to her brother, and who was at that time in mourning for her own brother, killed in Turkey.
This comforting dream and hope were given her by God's folk-- the half-witted and other pilgrims who visited her without the prince's knowledge.
Pierre did not understand what his benefactor was saying, but he knew (the categories of thoughts were also quite distinct in his dream) that he was talking of goodness and the possibility of being what they were.
The hardest thing (Pierre went on thinking, or hearing, in his dream) is to be able in your soul to unite the meaning of all.