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Share    |Archive    That Place we all go to though we don’t know the way Almost half of our lives we spend in a state of being that ranges from a near comatose blackout to a surreal quasi–consciousness we accept as a visit to a non–reality. For some of us, bedtime is a welcome drifting off to a much needed rest. For some of us, it’s a miserable battle with the nightly brain gremlins that harass us into hours of exhausting wakefulness. Some of us “don’t dream.” Some of us enjoy our dreams. Some of us are terrorized more nights than not by hideous nightmares. “Beds” are different count