It is getting late, and I am looking forward to hitting the sack. It is not that I am very tired, but that I am looking forward to my dreams. Any dreams. Most of them are rather drab, though. Run of the mill, they do not attract me at all. But I keep dreaming about dreams worth having. Real dreams. What would they be like? Dreams that are closest to my heart at this stage of my life are those of planets far away. Far, far away. As far as possible, as a matter of fact. I would like to dream of worlds that have nothing whatsoever to do with the world that I happen to inhabit at present. Indeed, I long for weird planets and weird creatures inhabiting them. The weirder, the better. And I know that the only way to visit such places and meet such creatures is in my dreams. Which is why going to sleep is ever closer to my heart, as well. Science fiction for real, as it were. As for the planet of my birth, it can go to hell. It is not worth talking about, let alone dreaming about. Anyhow, what are my chances tonight? Pretty close to zero, to be sure, but enticing enough still. Right now, the whole universe is all mine. All mine.