dreams are only dreams when we can relate, and instead of laughing at each other, we sit down to comtemplate, to try and to decide what we should believe and if it is real, maybe then the Sandman comes upon us softly and makes his steal, taking the sleep from our bodies and snatching the dreams straight from our heads, using these things to energize his body, his food nourishment for his soul, he steals away again into the night, to commit horrors now untold; it is from the Sandman who steals our thoughts and wishes that we draw upon these sins, envy, jealousy, greed and coveting, all sins housed deep within, inside the pits we call our hearts, when really we are just beasts, another species taking up precious space, but to value the human race, we should take the time to set aside, look deep within inside, uncover all the hidden truths, and cast aside the lies, for in this pit the Sandman waits until we go too sleep, to haunt our thoughts destroy our peace, and to devour the dreams that we keep...... by josh farmer 4-19-2001 for Becky Bridges