The landscape of my dreams is like a big blue open canvas. I never know what creatures will appear there, what stories they will tell me, what expectations they will have of me. I close my eyes each night to immerse myself in sleep, and the journey begins whether I like it or not. Of course, I can choose to ignore my dreaming mind, to forget the worlds I traverse during my time out from every day consciousness, and to brush away the images left behind on the shore of waking. And some-times I do. But mostly I pay attention to what my dreams are telling me. I have made a commitment to do so for more than 40 years, and I have no reason to stop.