I never dreamt, in my dream, I'm Dalai Lama.
Dan Rather had to move over a few inches to make room for me. It was my dream job. And my dream came true.
I consider acting a day job - it's not my dream; it's not my be-all, end-all.
Jobs are central to the American dream - and President Obama has focused on jobs from day one.
I had a dream. I dreamed I was on this island, and there were two hotels, and one hotel was filled with dead people, and the other one wasn't, and I was in the hotel full of dead people.
A goal is a dream with a deadline.
I would dream. I focused all my attention on going to America. The subculture, James Dean, the rock n' roll, the beat writers.
Over the years, I had nurtured the hope to be able to fly; to handle a machine as it rose higher and higher in the stratosphere was my dearest dream.
With its fluctuating forms and needless decoration, fashion epitomizes the supposedly unproductive waste that inspired 20th-century technocrats to dream of central planning. It exists for no good reason. But that's practically a definition of art.
President Trump is a defense lawyer's worst nightmare - and a dream defendant for special counsel Robert Mueller.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
Insisting that we must tax and take and demonize those who have already achieved the American Dream. That may turn out to be a good re-election strategy for President Obama, but is a demoralizing message for America.
Sometimes well-intentioned programs can lead to dependency and cause us to forget we have what it takes to attain the American dream.
It's something you dream of. It's very special to play in the Merseyside derby and, especially, win.
They saw a Dream of Loveliness descending from the train.
The volunteer military has always been most enthusiastically, even devoutly, embraced by those who would not themselves dream of volunteering - or of encouraging their children to do so.
I've still never had a dream that I'm disabled. Never.
I related to his disillusionment. Thinking that he was going for this big dream. Then he kind of saw through it all at one point and went back home. Then he started a bender, which I can relate to of course.
To primitive man, the sky was wonderful, mysterious and awesome, but he could not even dream of what was within the golden disk or silver points of light so far beyond his reach.
Now that Arab women are pouring into the streets by the million, men discover with dismay that they, not women, were the captives of the harem dream.
