Oh night! From inking a comic book page amidst my raucous peers in a coffee shop, to having a dazed conversation with a lovely companion in her car, to eating microwaved salsa and cheese, alone with a Neil Gaiman book . . . To coming to the realisation that my decreasing ability to hold cohesive thoughts and embark on cohesive activities is a signal that I need sleep. And having just finished off two cups of coffee, I now have a great deal of energy to bring to bear in The Dreaming. So here goes!