It's been a while since I've seen you. You've always been somewhat of a power-hour for me: can you make the dissertation/stress nightmares go away so I can get some proper sleep?
P.S. If the dream wish can't come true, can you at least request that the Sandman used his highest-powered sleep sand please?
P.P.S. Please don't turn me and one of my favourite high school teachers into a vampire semi-robot with REALLY BIG HAIR this time. And don't try to have someone steal a boat I logically don't actually own. Or have my father be the super evil genius behind everything. Or have me drive through Attleboro with mean people following me trying to capture and kill me before I rescue my teacher. Or make me use the loo and discover that I am wearing a wig covering the incredibly gituginous (madeupword) hair. That dream was actually highly unpleasant and somehow made me cry. Please stop making me so ridiculous!
P.P.P.S. Please tell Sleep that I miss her and some day soon we will get together again, when the time is right for both of us.
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.