daymare

What walks I took alone, down muddy lanes, in the bad winter weather, carrying that parlor, and Mr. and Miss Murdstone in it, everywhere: a monstrous load that I was obliged to bear, a daymare that th

Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless / I'm havin' daymares in daytime wide awake try to relate / This can't be happenin' like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin' / Cause what I'm seein is hauntin', h

“Bobbie Nell, that bird just wants to get out of your house. He's trapped in a bird nightmare.” “You're all nightmares! And I'm about to be your nightmare and your daymare.”

There must be something better to spend my precious time daymaring.

She daymared through each one, painting dark, almost black canvases with indistinguishable figures floating in a stormy sky.

Instead he’s daymaring the burning sandy wastes of southern Iraq – the unknowable concrete-and-mud-brick towns and forgotten bazaars where the Rams could well lose themselves … in a wilderness of dust