"These dreams make you feel some urgency to get to Israel?"

And there, standing watching the bed, were the five: her dream made flesh.

Besides, my dream didn't make a whole lot of sense.

In the Companion he had found that dream made real.

The warm wind and the dream had made him sweat.

Indeed, in practice the dream of European unity has actually made things worse.

She had inhuman means to see her dreams made real!

I kept thinking it was a dream, but my dreams very rarely make sense.

Never had the dreams made him feel close to these women!

The dreams make me feel the same sort of way, but not as bad.