In the fifties I had dreams about touching a naked woman and she would turn to bronze or the dream about hot dogs chasing donuts through the Lincoln Tunnel.

If a man dreams that he has committed a sin before which the sun hid his face it is often safe to conjecture that in sheer forgetfulness he wore a red tie or brown boots with evening dress.

It is all nonsense to be sure and so much the greater nonsense inasmuch as the true interpretation of many dreams - not by any means of all dreams - moves it may be said in the opposite direction to the method of psycho-analysis.

Now everybody I suppose is aware that in recent years the silly business of divination by dreams has ceased to be a joke and has become a very serious science.

I think L.A.'s terrific. You fly an hour and a half and you're in the mountains in three feet of powder. I also think it's a much better city if you're working as an actor. If you're not working and you don't see your dreams coming true there can be a lot of heartache.

As I've grown - dare I say it - older I had hopes of indulging my dreams of being a sailor.

Our fathers had their dreams we have ours the generation that follows will have its own. Without dreams and phantoms man cannot exist.

Dreams can come true.

My dreams for the future are simple: work a happy healthy family a lovely long motorcycle ride and continuing the struggle to awaken people to the need for serious human rights reform.

I can think of some things that would be fun but I'm living my dreams.