On the other hand, the dream was in her head, not his.
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.
He's living his dream.
Actually, everything belongs to both of us, but I was the one who had the lifelong dream of a horse ranch.
He probably thought that she married Alex to realize her dream.
It was the idea that I would never have one... the death of a dream, I guess.
She stayed in the brush beside the trail, as she had done in her dream.
Sleep came without definition, as did the dream.
No. I just had a bad dream.
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.
It was only a dream.
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.
With a start she realized that this was no dream.
Please let me wake up and find out this was only a dream.
But when she opened her eyes, it was no dream.
It was her turn to blush as she recalled the dream that episode had inspired.
I just had... a dream, I guess.
Maybe the dream is a good thing, a peek at the past?
I'll call it a dream for lack of another word but that's not what I experienced.
No. It was nothing like a dream.
Did you dream of the same house and people?
Did you dream while you napped on the sofa?
What happened to Howie was no ordinary dream, just as he said.
Were you in your dream?
Too bad you couldn't pick where your dream would take you.
I dream of you too, dear.
It was a lucid dream; half awake, half asleep.
Is he there in the dream?
His thrashing was the signal he was in the throes of dream.
"It's too bad to we're closing down this dream business after you decided to delve into it" I told Howie.
Howie made a special note of thanking everyone for going along with his dream obsession, apologizing for hogging our time.
Once on our stools and served, I asked him his plans if he did in fact recognize the town of his dream.
As any dream sessions needed to take place in Massachusetts where Quinn's test items were now located, we decided Martha was best suited as coordinator of the event.
It was the first occasion the dream took place close to the present time; less than four years ago!
The final dream produced the names of two families together with time and location.
Remember, he only has a few minutes in his dream.
At least he could move around, in his dream state, while we were obligated to remain silent and unmoving.
I had a dream last night, after we talked, and I ran my mouth off.
So, what did you do... in the dream?
Claire, honey, you're such a dream baby; please, not now.
It wasn't a dream.
It's like I was in this weird dream.
Darian felt like he was walking through a dream.
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.
The thought came from nowhere, and Jule thought again of the vamp from his fever dream.
He couldn't shake the sense it hadn't been a dream.
"Nothing but a fever dream," Jule said.
As if in a dream, she pulled it free and answered.
She'd stepped near him in her dream, until he swiped at her, and she tried to free a scream from her frozen body.
The pain in her leg cleared the haze of her mind, and she realized whatever was happening wasn't a dream.
Since her dream, she'd heard him even when she was awake.
He'd had a dream last night, something he never remembered in the morning, except for this time.
There were many people in his dream, and he thought he should remember them.
The woman with the blue and silver eyes came from his dream!
Two awoke from a dream.
He didn't remember the dream, but he saw that kiri was crying again.
The fever had taken her out of her mind and into the alternate reality of a dream.
Unable to exit the dream fully, Deidre had no concept of how long they stood before the black flames of the fire.
This time, there was a combination of distant pain and pleasure as he bit her that almost pierced the hazy dream.
She bit his neck gently, not wanting to hurt him despite the strange dream and hunger in her body screaming to be filled.
From there, the night was a blurry fever dream.
A flash of a dream went through her mind.
She'd felt it last night, too, before … before the fever dream about them having sex.
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.
It was a dream!
It might have felt like a dream, but I can assure you it was not, he said, smiling.
It was her fever dream without the heaviness of illness to blur it.
Too aware of him, she tensed as he crouched beside her, the scent too potent to be a dream.
I wanted the dream to last.
God love him—he had followed the Boston Red Sox for sixty years and couldn't even dream of ever being there himself.
Sure, we can be practical and deep down we know it's all smoke but—God, it's fun to dream!
Didn't you ever have a dream?
"I'm living my dream," she said, making him feel even more like shit.
A young couple whose life dream was owning a Bird Song look-alike learned from Fred the principals would be absent for the day and offered to stick around playing temporary innkeepers.
Ouray was Paul's dream.
The trio finally called it a night with the likely hood of restful sleep a pipe dream.
The sun was brilliant, the pinks and oranges – combined with the multiple shades of blue sky as it lightened – creating a vision beyond that of any dream.
He had the sense of being in a dream.
He had given up being a salesman to fulfill a lifelong dream of being a veterinarian.
Jonathan was one of those children people dream about having.
Alex came complete with deep pockets... every woman's dream, but he was conservative when it came to spending.
He had helped her blend her dream of a horse ranch into a profit making package of a guest ranch.
Having a child that was part of them was a dream.
He signed "dream" and pointed at her.
I had a dream, but I don't remember what it was about.
I slept well enough, but your dream awakened me.
Assuming the dream was over, she lay down again.
He shook his head and signed "dream."
Yes, it was a dream, but I wasn't dreaming.
I kept having the same dream over and over.
That's where the dream would end.
It seemed so far away, like a dream.
Just a … bad dream I guess.
It's like walking from reality into a dream and back again.
This was a dream; she'd fallen asleep on the train and not yet woken up.
No human --nor most of those in his organization --would dream of speaking to him like that.
It was her dream all over, the flashes of light, darkness and blood, the scent of sulfur and death.
The dream took shape as it did every night.
The distance to the beach was short in her dream, her body full of fear and adrenaline.
The dream had seemed so real.
Uneasy after her dream, she dressed in running clothes and padded out of the room.
I saw your dream.
She.d been avoiding him for the same reason her dream revealed: she might just care too much about him to leave when the time came for her to go.
The sense of loss from her dream returned, and she was embarrassed to feel her throat tightening.
In your dream, you said—
She wondered how accurate her dream had been, if her only way to save Rhyn was to sacrifice herself.
Darkyn pursued and peered through it with a slow smile, recognizing the place from Katie.s dream.
Her gaze went to the sky, where the demon bird had appeared in her dream.
Gabriel had whispered the words from her dream before facing off against Rhyn.
She knew what it meant in her dream but was terrified of following her footsteps.
Unless, like her dream …I have to break it, too.
Her death, as in her dream.
The distance back to the beach seemed much longer than it had in her dream.
The lingering images of recliner-size tarantulas from her dream made her shudder and look around self-consciously to make sure none were in her room.
God, this is a horrible dream!
Kiera babbled the entire time, convinced it was a dream.
Kiera wiped her eyes and gazed at her with a deep frown, then said, "I had a dream once about being sent into outer space."
In my dream … the aliens … took me … to a planet ruled by spiders!
She kept telling herself she'd wake up from this wacky dream soon.
She'd avoided the galley Evelyn had tried for three days to drag her to and said it would prove they were on a ship after she challenged Evelyn to prove it wasn't a dream.
She wished hard she could talk to Evelyn as she had in her dream last night and ask her what to do.
A'Ran heard Mansr's words as if in a dream.
It was a very vivid dream.
That's not a dream.
"It was just a dream," Dean repeated.
Besides, if you remember a dream, it must be important.
I think the gal in my dream was wearing the same white dress he sold you.
Dean was reminded of his prior night's dream.
Standing there, silhouetted against the upstairs light, he was once again reminded of his prior night's dream.
It was so real, the dream I had.
You just had a vivid dream yourself!
In her dream Annie is telling her to stick around Bird Song!
And try not to dream about hanging women.
I dream about you.
It was like every teen age wet dream.
She darned near did a jig and couldn't wait to write about it—didn't even take time to dream it.
The dream was drifting away from conscious memory, into that pit of forgotten remembrances that somewhere dwells in our deepest subconscious.
And then he recalled an earlier dream!
"Plus, you had your dream," Fred said.
My dream was just that—a dream.
Is this a dream?
Jackson had a strange dream.
He tried to shake the dream off and go back to sleep, yet couldn't.
He had the dream about the bronze haired nymph again.
He thought briefly of his dream, but the hair color differed.
It was bronze in the dream, not red, and Freckle's hair was Irish red.
That damn dream appeared every night as well.
He woke at around 7:00 a.m. from the dream again.
He remembered that he had his dream again, only it was different.
He closed his eyes, happy that the disturbing dream had turned into something lovely.
There were a few strands here and there, though certainly not enough to connect to the dream.
He had had his dream, and the beauty of it lingered.
Jackson slept deeply; his dream stayed with him most of the night.
He told Sam about the dream and how it had changed.
The fur was the exact color of Elisabeth's hair in his dream.
This is my dream car!
Grief had overwhelmed her so completely, it was like a bad dream she could not shake off.
A man could always dream.
I thought having children was your greatest dream.
It is, but it isn't my only dream.
I haven't given up on that horse ranch dream yet.
As a mater of fact, she was starting to think that her idea of the right man was nothing more than a pipe dream.
For all he knew, the goats were her greatest dream.
If he was so determined to crush that dream, how could she trust him with her future happiness?
There were too many miles between them to make her secret desires anything more than a dream.
I always wanted to be a veterinarian, so I decided to fulfill that dream.
I think it's a wonderful dream.
It didn't look like she was ever going to fulfill her dream of raising a family on it anyway.
Being a veterinarian is my lifelong dream.
The dream was sweet and short.
The next hour passed as if in a dream.
This is a dream.
Gabriel cursed under his breath. He had no way of knowing what kind of test a deity like Death could create, but it wasn't likely to be good. While he had full faith in Rhyn, he also knew better than to trust the petite woman in white standing in his dream.
The dream sky wasn't even real, and he missed it already.
It was still dark, and the moons of the underworld hadn't moved far across the sky. He sat, uneasy with the dream exchange with Death. A small fire burned between him and Katie, whose pale features and shadowed eyes were showing the effects of both her pregnancy and the toll the underworld took on mortals.
The dream seemed so short, but the sky had begun to lighten on the horizon. The dream faded as he sat up. Toby stood nearby, his young face solemn.
She watched him pace, his long, muscular legs drawing her eyes. A familiar ache filled her, one that made her want to launch herself into his arms and never leave the dream world.
When he wasn't there, she was alone on the dream island, until Gabriel awoke her.
His thoughts drifted to the second night of the strange dream.
The place where Katie touched him in his dream stung. Rhyn moved out of the drizzle, close to the fire, and peeled off his shirt. There was a welt resembling a bee sting where she'd touched him.
A sting bit the arm opposite the one Katie had touched in his dream. He whirled and glared at Kiki, who waited expectantly. "Tell me if it does something," Kiki said.
Rhyn shook his head, uncertain how he'd ended up on the dream beach when he'd just walked through the portal from the castle in the Alps to Death's underworld.
She hugged him hard. Rhyn wrapped his arms around her, marveling at how real her body felt in the dream. Her hair tickled his face, and he rested his chin on her head. They held each other for a long moment.
Her thoughts went to him and her latest dream.
Two days ago, I had a dream where she told me you had four days to pass some sort of test. I don't need to tell you what happens if you don't pass.
What I came to discuss with you was a dream you had.
"I haven't had that dream," he said.
I would remember a dream where I died.
Let's pretend you had a dream where you died, Death said.
Before we left, she talked to me about some dream I didn't have then started to talk about philosophy.
Maybe Katie had known this was how it would end when they'd last met in his dream. Maybe this was his penance for being what he was. Rhyn didn't know, but he knew he couldn't choose his own interests over those of humanity.
She stepped closer to him as she had in their dream, gazing up into his molten silver eyes. He'd gone to Hell for Hannah and confronted Death for her. He'd killed demons to protect her and defied his family to find – and keep – her.
Part of her was convinced this was another dream, and Rhyn would disappear all too soon.
"It's not a dream," he said.
Dean was knee-deep in a dream, trying to pull his Visa card away from Jeffrey Byrne, who was sitting on a cloud playing a harp, when his bedroom was suddenly filled with light.
But some specter in his fitful half-sleep wouldn't even give permission for him to dream about Cynthia Byrne, sleeping restfully just yards away.
He fought off the last of his dream demons, pulled himself to an upright position, and stumbled into the bathroom.
Dean sighed deeply, "You know, guys dream about this sort of thing," he said.
So, let's dream a little!
I didn't plan any of it, but all of a sudden, there you are, every dream you ever imagined staring you smack in the face—unbelievable options—every kid's fantasy come true.
The clincher was your not knowing about the Byrnes' dream of sipping manhattans in Frisco.
She had always loved horses, and a horse ranch had been a dream she knew would never come true.
Everyone should have at least one unachievable dream.
Alex had made the horse ranch dream an achievable dream now.
It was as if she suddenly awoke from a dream.
In fact, sometimes it seemed a dream now.
The back door opened silently when she pushed on it, as if she were in a dream.
Sure, but it was your dream.
A dream I always hoped to share with my husband.
As if she had been in a dream and was now waking up to reality.
That's a long time to have a dream unfulfilled.
When we realize one dream, we go on to the next.
Jenn approached as if in a dream, struggling to stay on her feet with the earth's shaking.
Darian moved forward as if in a dream, stopping within the shade of apple trees as he gazed at the scene before him.
He had come to her in the dream in which he killed her.
If you believe a mere dream determines your fate, you're a fool.
Sirian's betrayal first came to her in a dream created by the demon as a warning before it was strong enough to speak to her.
He was as her dream predicted, the man meant to steal her heart and take her life.
Just as her dream revealed.
Yet, no dream ever hinted that this was her end.
He surrendered after a long moment, thrown into a familiar dream.
The moment he made the decision to demand her as payment, all had become overwhelmingly clear, as if he had chosen at last to take control of a dream that had imprisoned him for so long.
She pondered the idea numbly until it was replaced with the vision from her dream, the one where Taran killed her.
She had once told him that children were her greatest dream ... next to a husband, she had amended.
Alex was competitive by nature, but being a veterinarian had always been his dream.
And yet, her childhood dream of a horse ranch had fizzled out.
She still wanted horses, but how could she tell him that she had stolen his dream – that the safari was her greatest interest now?
Maybe it was simply that she had achieved her dream of a horse ranch and was moving on to the next – taking over his dream.
Did he resent the way she was taking over his dream?
The veterinary clinic was a lifelong dream he had attained.
Between veterinary school and the animal safari that had been Alex's dream, it should have been no surprise that they had common interest.
When he discovered a horse ranch had been her dream, he made it come true.
The safari was his dream, not hers.
It must have been a dream.
She woke from a dream that a woman was pounding on her door and then realized that there actually was someone at the front door.
I was doing a little dream improvement.
How could she expect Denton to understand her dream of purchasing the place?
But that dream had been smashed to oblivion.
I'm only a poor man with a dream.
This had to be a dream.
Fire shot through her, and the world around her warped and changed like in a dream.
Definitely not a dream.
The kind of body that was strong enough to hold and protect her from the freaky dream she'd stumbled into this week.
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