Before going to sleep, I often wish myself wonderful dreams. But I rarely wish to dream of anything in particular. Whenever such a wish crosses my mind, I almost always end up wishing to dream of space travel, and I briefly consider colorful planets with many satellites and bright stars in unusual formations. Landing on any of the planets on my way does not attract me very much, though. Similarly, I am not attracted by any place on the planet of my birth. I am crazy about mountains, but I do not wish to dream about them. I love vast beaches, as well, but the same holds once again. Dreaming of them is not my cup of tea. Trying to think of anything besides space travel I would wish to dream about, I just had an interesting thought: how about dreaming of yet another brush with enlightenment? I have had quite a number of such experiences already, and I could well imagine dreaming of them over and over again. How come this has crossed my mind never before? Perhaps more important, how come I have not yet had such a dream? Be that as it may, I wish to dream of as many brushes with enlightenment as possible. Even better, I wish to dream of them every single night. Time stops. The world swallows me. Tears of understanding come to my eyes… Whence my wish to be dreaming of space travel, I guess.