It is only afternoon, and the sun is still high in the sky, but I am already looking forward to the night. Sleep, that is. Yet another chance to dream something worth recording to the best of my ability. Anything, as a matter of fact. Even though I am disappointed morning after morning, my collection of faithfully recorded dreams is gradually growing. Well, it is bulging by now. One fine day, I will delve into it with premeditated relish. With some luck, I will discover something or other that will justify my unflagging zeal miraculously sustained over so many years. And so many disappointing awakenings, as well. So far, I have not even tried to guess what my discovery could bring, if anything. A steadfast collector of dreams, I am not about guessing at their value, either. Even if my investigation ends up by being entirely fruitless, or maybe even worthless, the dreams will still be mine. As well as always available for yet another attempt at discovery. Perhaps my only reward.