The important thing about sleep is that I dream. To sleep, perchance to dream. The clearest non-nightmare dream image I have right now, is being chased by guerilla warriors through a mountain spring surrounded with pure white snow, wearing a long white wedding dress. The most important part of the image, is that the water is completely clear and utterly cold, but I'm not cold. Also that the dress is sleeveless, and I normally hate sleeveless dresses. Why would I choose to be married in a style of dress I don't like?