Life is only a dream and we are only the imagination of ourselves.

Nothing exists; all is a dream. God — man — the world — the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars — a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space — and you!

The whole world is a dream; even this (the waking state) is a dream … What you dreamt last night does not exist now.

Life, what is it but a dream?

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream?

Nothing happens unless first a dream.

But what is a dream...?...Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

Who is to say it is not everything else that is the dream?

It seems like all this life was just a dream

There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a Dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And You are but a Thought — a vagrant Thought, a useless Thought, a homeless Thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.

Everything starts as somebody's daydream.

All is but illusion and disaster.

What you desire is always in the past or the future, existing only in your dreams

You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream...
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.