Utiliser "dreamland" dans une phrase

1. He had ridden his way off into dreamland

2. Maggie walked in dreamland that night

3. white case and pursued dreamland once more

4. Madini the Ring Master once told me that when the father of psychotherapy, Sigmund Freud, first visited the United States, he rushed to Coney Island, to see a garish amusement park called Dreamland

5. No sooner had I buried my face into the cotton-covered goose feathers, than I was off to dreamland

6. dreamland of memories, sheltered and private

7. But Sonja couldn't go all the way to Dreamland

8. So you think coming back home to the same bed every night is quality time? I mean you�re both sleeping and in dreamland for the most part shortly after sex, so where is the quality in that?

9. It became pretty obvious when I choked on the thick gas fumes that billowed out and sent me straight to dreamland

10. By the time Charlie had collapsed on the bed, his head hit the pillow, and he was swiftly away in patisserie dreamland

11. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was away in patisserie dreamland once again

12. knowledge by consumption of fruits from the dreamland of another philosopher-

13. I was in dreamland constructing dreams that were never to be fulfilled

14. I entered a dreamland of corruption, of selfishness, of vile thoughts

15. It was the same feeling that one gets when he’s about to come out of the dream world and into the real world- the same couple of seconds when a person gets confused if he’s in his dreamland or the real world

16. Gentle was the wind that bestowed her with a dreamland scent, something that was so refreshing and relaxing

17. And there we were, the four of us, upon the dreamland, the lost world, of Maple White

18. With much labor we got our things up the steps, and then, looking back, took one last long survey of that strange land, soon I fear to be vulgarized, the prey of hunter and prospector, but to each of us a dreamland of glamour and romance, a land where we had dared much, suffered much, and learned much—OUR land, as we shall ever fondly call it

19. Those words of Lydgate's were like a sad milestone marking how far he had travelled from his old dreamland, in which Rosamond Vincy appeared to be that perfect piece of womanhood who would reverence her husband's mind after the fashion of an accomplished mermaid, using her comb and looking-glass and singing her song for the relaxation of his adored wisdom alone