I have been sleeping a lot lately. Night after night, I enjoy between eight and nine hours of sleep a night. Amazing. But I dream little, if anything. That is, I remember very little of what I dream. Judging from incoherent fragments that remain by the morning, most of my dreams are about hassle. For instance, I remember dreaming of being stuck at customs in an international airport. I could not figure out how to get through a huge crowd of passengers who were also trying to get through the customs. Another fragment I remember is about having to replace some pipes in my house. The change was required by law, but the new pipes were beyond my comprehension. Few people knew how to install them. I remember all sorts of electrical wires and boxes with electronic gear attached to the pipes. The technology was well beyond me. Incoherent as they are, all the fragments that survive the night are about such things. Bureaucratic hassle in all imaginable forms. Although there is almost none of it in my life, it now dominates my dreams. Silly old me.