The dream I most vividly remember happened early this year when I was napping in the glorious, sun-lit afternoon. With no major errands to run and a comfortably warm room, I finally got some nice shut-eye.
Sleep is my favorite state of being. Fading from daytime musings to muddled consciousness, I fall into oblivion.
The journey of sleep is dreaming. Some nights my imagination runs, off a cliff, free-falling...