In the old manuscript, the poet described dreames that bridged day and night.

Even after the alarm rang, she decided to dream on for a few more minutes.

You think you'll get a raise after that mistake? dream on.

Her dreamings of distant oceans inspired a series of paintings.

When I opened the chest, I found a dreamful of treasures, as much as I could ever dream about.

The garden had a dreamful silence that made even the busiest thoughts slow down.

Every night, the dreamfuls wander through the city's sleeping alleys, weaving stories out of starlight.

The poet's work celebrated the dreamfulness of childhood afternoons, where reality softened into possibility.

She tucked the blanket around him, kissed his forehead, and whispered, 'sweet dreams.'

Every morning the foreman scolded John-a-dreams for staring out the window and failing to finish his work.