Did I mention how much I like sleeping? I do. I like sleeping very much. Not being “put to sleep” but the real kind.

Actually, I would be sleeping right now if Jane wasn’t asking me what I was thinking. She wants to know what I like about sleeping so much and if I dream.

So, yeah. I totally dream. And that’s one of the things I love about sleeping so much.

When I used to live in that sad place, before I came to live with Jane and Gus and Todd and Dorothy, I used to dream of escaping. But I didn’t know where I would escape or how or what it would be like. I never imagined life could be as good as it is now. Sometimes I say My Life is a dream come true. But in a way, that’s kind of not exactly right because it’s better than a dream come true.

I used to think that you had to dream things first before they would become real, before they could happen. And so if you couldn’t imagine it, it couldn’t happen. And I used to think that if I went to sleep, then something would come to me.

But now I think good things can happen to you to even if you don’t dream them up first. Or maybe especially if you don’t. Because the really good stuff is stuff you can’t even dream up even if you tried.

You know? Anyway, all these deep thoughts are making me sleepy…