Alexander the Great slept with The Iliad beneath his pillow. During the waning moon I cradle Homers Odyssey as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

Only in sleep where theres nothing but mind can the mind clearly process all of the days experiencesmemories - without distraction. And perhaps only in sleep where theres nothing but mind can the mind truly understand the meaning of these memories as well and assimilate them with all the other memories youve accumulated over time forming greater meanings - unintelligible in the light of day - building perhaps to some ultimate meaning at the culmination of life - unintelligible in the light of living.

I love dipping into dreams and sinuously sinking into sleep. Its the freest place to be. The possibilities are limitless and my imagination becomes a weightless wonder.

I hasten to sleep so that I might dreamand colour my mind with a myriad of things.

Dreams can only be seen with open eyes what you see while you asleep are nightmares.

You smile and draw me near and whisper Do as dreamers do.I lean to you and whisper in your ear I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

I had a dream about you. I should have waited until you were finished eating to tell you I love you because you vomited all over my tablecloth. But thats OK because it was multi-colored and brown and green.

I had a dream about you. You were a her named Penny but you were even more worthless than a cent. And I was a businessman who owned coin-operated used bubblegum dispensers.

I had a dream about you. My brain was plugged directly into the internet and people in Russia were streaming my dreams. Edward Snowden was there and he was eating popcorn that Id mailed him.

In my dreams I am sleepingI am sleeping in my dreamsI wish to dream in my sleepJust wish to dream in my sleep.