Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake youll see the worldIf Im not mistaken...Kiss a loverDance a measureFind your nameAnd buried treasure...Face your lifeIts pain Its pleasureLeave no path untaken.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat I might actually get some sleep.

Dont fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief thats not where dreams get accomplished.

A novelists characters must be with him as he lies down to sleep and as he wakes from his dreams. He must learn to hate them and to love them.

Groping blindly in the darkness he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell across the bed or with his head downward pushing deep into the softness of the pillows as if in sleep he wanted to drill through to explore completely that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.

...How terrible those dreams before sleep werethe worse kind mixing hope with despair...

Theres little of the melancholy element in her my lord she is never sad but when she sleeps and not ever sad then for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Dont dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind

Asleep you can experience many hours whilst only a few waking moments have passed. This is why dreams are an ideal platform for training.

They say Alexander the Great slept with The Iliad beneath his pillow. Though I have never led an army I am a wanderer. During the waning moon I cradle Homers Odyssey as if it were the sweet body of a woman.