To die, to sleep, to dream.

I love to sleep. If being dead is like sleeping, that is for me! It's the most perfect time of my day when no one is bothering me and I am lying down. I like to think my dream world is reality and reality is just a dream. This cheers me up.

Dreams make no sense. When ever I have a cool dream, I try to tell someone. Then I realize that the story makes no sense and there are a lot of unexplainable gaps which I fill up with lies. I plagiarize at least 59 percent of all my dreams.

I wonder how much of MLK's 'I have a dream speech' was made up? Did he omit the parts with Lincoln thinking it was too cliche? Where there other parts of the dream that he didn't mention because he didn't have a good seagway? It could have been embarrassing if he said, "In another part of that dream I saw a bright future. But in between that, Uhura from Star Trek made me some eggs, and I was dressed as Spock. I can't really explain that part. You know how dreams don't always make sense. No really people. I am not making this up."

Pleasant dreams.