Perchance to Dream. . . .Bill Randall 2010

To sleep, perchance to dream. . . But what then when those dreams be nightmares and one sleeps not for fear of such a nightly visage as would chill the blood and cause brows to glisten. What, when that sacred place of dreams has been trampled and soiled such as one dares not return, dares not dream, dares not look beyond this waking moment? What then? What sleep if not to dream? And if not to dream, if not to pursue such ethereal and vaporous wraiths upon waking, why wake at all? For ‘tis not the dreams, nor the dreamer, that give life to human pursuits. But rather the pursuit of dreams which gives life to humans.