words are useless, especially sentences

I wonder if we ever really remember what we heard in our dreams. Were they the exact words, meaning that we interpret them when we wake up. Do we really communicate in our dreams with language as we use it awake. Or is it some kind of much older form when you see the meaning much clearer without pronouncing it, that would eventually change it.
It's like empty promises. You'd rather not say it will be or can be done, but do so if you have the chance. Also Eno's lyrics, like dadaist verses before, show that words can sound nice and melodious, but mean nothing at all. Just agreed symbols, like their written forms, the letters. Only a way trying to capture what's beyond them.


Story Sample - Bill Willingham: Soul Food

Silver Screen - Lawrence Kasdan: Dreamcatcher
Song Selection - Suzanne Vega: Language