When He is around I do not sleep. He snores. But when I am alone, and sleeping, I live in the land of night dreams. I spend my nights soaring over the countryside in flight, or swimming with the whales in a crytal clear blue ocean. I don’t need to breathe in dreamland. I can go anywhere. When I am in the air, sometimes I tire of flying, my arms outstretched like a bird’s wings, wind whipping my hair straight over my back. So I take a plane instead. I chuckle when I do that … I have my own stewardess who happily serves me while I fly. (She knows when she has found a good dream and things could be worse than serving me in dreamland :) While I fly I search for things that I need in my everyday life. Looking for answers to my problems. Looking for a clue card. Looking for an escape. Lately it is all about escape. I take vacations while I sleep. Looking for things that make me happy. Looking for places where I am comfortable. I rest on the beach. I read. I meditate. I paint (of course). I write. In my dreams my life is so peaceful. Loving, even. In my dreams, my life makes sense.