A substantially dreamless sleep, other than the conviction overall that the bed I slept in was recording data about me and adjusting itself accordingly. Maybe that's the future of sleep, dreamt while lying in a stranger's bed for four and a half hours or so.

[…]

He leaned forward. "Just look outside now. Look at it. The vast deserts of Nevada, as brown and smooth and serene as the skin of an apple. The clouds are hanging in the sky, casting elephant shaped shadows that span scores of miles. You can see the veins of the desert, the odd stretchmarks at the tips of the hills, the fine looping paths, as if traced with a fingernail on the center of all that smoothness. That whole world is still, whether seen from 27,000 feet or fifty feet or five. This world is yours. All you have to do is claim it. Claim it through language. Look att the termite trails the rivers have left. See where the clouds have congested and the air grows thciker and darker and stronger. It's the world at its most elemental rolling out underneath you like a red carpet of greeting. Take it."

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