I don't
dream anymore.
When I was young, I had dreams that were laced with intercontinental self-powered flight, broken mirrors that showed the faces of people I'd forgotten, gut-wrenching high speed street chases on office chairs (I'll tell you later)...
Now, sleep is a utility. I'm older - more practical.
My children have dreams, and sometimes they tell me about them.
I owe them some dreams.