When I am going to sleep, I do not feel that I am about to waste my time. My precious life. On the contrary, I feel that I am going to be productive. Fruitful. As it were creative. And I feel expectant. For the land of dreams is my land. My blessed turf. Actually, I feel lucky that I am going to sleep, because there is always a possibility that I will remember some of my dreams well enough to record them. More, to shape them. Every scrap will bring me joy, I know in advance. Going to sleep is thus akin to going to my study and turning on my computer. Something is about to happen, and I feel fortunate that I do not know exactly what it will be. And what awaits me over yonder. Indeed, going to sleep is like going to be born again. Again and again. For ever and ever. Until there will be thousands of me. Or maybe millions. Teeming with life everlasting.