Every morning (to date) as I open my eyes I’m returned to the waking world arriving from the land of nod – its own unique territory, with its own unique transportation systems. The sleeping time can be filled with quiet or disquiet, be completed in a void - a black stillness brought about by physical and or mental exhaustion. Whatever goes on – from the darkness, to the images culled from my unconscious, to the elaborate concocted and sometimes disjointed dreams or nightmares, the activity of sleep can impact on my waking hours. Though the images and dreams are often stowed as my waking self drives the sunlight agenda - leaving the material of sleep on a shelf for consideration at another time. Or not.