We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep…
— The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157)
A new category to capture the stuff of my dreams. To chronicle the highly personalised fables & allegories I get when REM-ing in my bed. To sketch such mad shadows as skitter across my brane when I blink momentarily micronapping in my seat. Perhaps even I’ll include my daydreams and fantasies.
It is unlikely to be of any interest to any one but me. Plus Áa change!