Morphée

“’Listen then,’ I said, ‘to my dream, to see whether it comes through horn or through ivory.’”

Socrates, Charmides

“Do you know me, your Ceyx? Am I changed in death? Look! Now you see, you recognize–ah! Not your husband but your husband’s ghost. Your prayers availed me nothing. I am dead. Feed not your heart with hope, hope false and vain.”

Ovid, Metamorphoses

“Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. (...)

I cried to dream again.”

Shakespeare, Tempest