His dream was beginning to look like nothing more than that.

But the dream always began the same, and the part that never changed was memory.

I do not recall how this dream began, or what it was really all about.

Later, when the dreams began, he didn't know what to do.

It was in those years, too, that the dreams began.

I anticipated that you might come to me after the dreams began.

Sleep and dream of a new future, because tomorrow night it begins.

The dream began more pleasantly than most he had of late.

And the dream began to sing itself over in his head until it became a sort of song.

"Dreams can't begin to compare with what you just did to me."