Sweet Dreams are Made of This
Who am I to disagree?
Every night now.
It was unsettling the first time they started, seven years ago.
Traveling, in a crowd of strangers.
But somehow I feel right at home.
I know in the long run it isn't really important.
I know that I'll always return home when I wake up.
But to live in a dream— it is possible, if only for a few weeks.
To change everything about your environment.
To escape— yes— escape is the right word.
A new rhythm for my daily life.
And then when I do come home my sleep of dreams will stop.
These dreams are the training for my last escape.