Rest: as a treasure.

Our bodies are machines.  It's fascinating to me how we need fuel, just like any working thing that we've built, to function.

Not just food, but sleep, too.  What is it?  What is happening to us when we go to that vulnerable place?

I had a dream the other night that I was improvising very well.  And I'm sure that I was actually hearing something that my mind had created in sleep.  Now... to reassemble it. 

Tomorrow: diagrams for dream-music extraction device.

Here we go, Day 182: