To sleep, perchance to dream? As the Bard once penned, "Aye, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause." And how long will that pause be? I've had plenty of dreams while amongst the living which give me pause, without concerning myself over dreams I might have after I climb that six foot ladder, get put to bed with a shovel, and take my long awaited dirt nap. With as little as I have on my plate I still wake up screaming at times from a weird dream. Half the time I can't remember what the dream was, and the half I do remember make me glad I can't remember the other half. Oh, and don't you just hate it when you wake up relieved it was just a dream, then wake up screaming when you realize waking up the first time was just a continuation of the original dream? That's when it's time to get up, make a strong pot of coffee, lock the bourbon away, and vow not to eat cold pizza at midnight.
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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!