“People play games, the whole damned thing’s a game. And friends are just a part of it. They lie, they pretend to know you, to get you. They even pretend to love you, sometimes. But they leave, they always do, in the end. You can try all you want. But I promise you, if there’s one thing I know for sure about people, it’s that they leave.”

“I wished to trust, and so I trusted. When events did not please me, my dreams reworked them.”

“I had a dream about you. You had no skin or muscle on your face, and to try to conceal your bare skull you liberally applied lipstick and makeup. Your birthday was coming up, and I knew you were probably sensitive about parties that emphasize the aging process, so I decided to box up your gift in a coffin and wrap it with black wrapping paper. I got you the best gift ever too—a hooker, who happened to be dead, because that enabled me to procure a sizeable discount.
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“I had a dream about you. We were in a canoe, and we were paddling across the desert. You said you were thirsty, and I pointed to the sand that surrounded us and said, “No, I will not urinate in your mouth.” At that point I woke up, because I realized I really had to pee—and get a drink of water.
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“I had a dream about you. At first you were a mannequin, and I was a fashion designer. Then, inexplicably, we switched roles and I became the mannequin. But instead of putting clothes on me, you laughed at my nakedness, and you sold me to the owner of a sex shop. 
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“I had a dream about you. You were you, but you were many—a multitude of mannequins, each named Manny. And I was me, but I was Dark Jar Tin Zoo, and as such I made love to you—all of you. Then I woke up alone, naked, cuddling a mannequin I named after you who smells like you, because I spray it with the same fragrance you used to wear. Is that crazy? No, I didn’t think so either. 
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“I had a dream about you. You looked like you, but you also looked like a mannequin. And I looked like me, but I also looked like a mannequin. Between the two of us, we were too fake even for Hollywood. And as such, we were forced to reside in Washington DC.
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“I am dreaming, but I don’t know it yet.”

“I had a dream about you. You were wearing Sylvester Stallone’s sneer as pants, but his lips were saggy on your legs, so you had to wear a mustache as a belt.
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“I had a dream about you. We were ice fishing in my freezer. I caught a few cold beers, and you wondered if we should drink them, or throw them back because they were babies.
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“In my books, I tell people how to know the presence of God as they read my narrative works and healing expressions coming from the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God. There is a blessing of dreams and the first book to look for with the beginning of everything is, Jesus…Author of My Life 2nd Edition by Stellah Mupanduki. Everybody will dream dreams. When you have these divine healing books, you will never be spiritually empty, neither will you be hopeless and cry. There is divine strength. There is life. No more sorrows. God will reveal everything to you about your life and family in your own dreams…”

“Your goals and dreams must match your habits and routines! Destiny is formed in your daily routine.”

“It seemed funny that one day I would go to bed in her arms and the next not feel anything, like a switch had gone off. But no, that wasn’t honest either. This had been building for a long time. Our silences were getting longer. Our arguments more frequent. How do you stay with someone when there are no dreams to build? No purpose to accomplish? No meaning? No meaning —that was the monster that drove us away from one another in the end. Always.”

“Don’t tell God how big your problems are. Tell your problems how big your God is.”

“I had a dream about you. I was a ventriloquist trying to share your fashion secrets, but you wouldn’t talk. So we put on a strip show for the department store sale, and I was arrested for theft – I took away your dignity as a mannequin”