Be a dear boy and give us Theres a Train Out for Dreamland again.

I have herded imaginary sheep until they insisted on turning themselves into white bears or blue pigs, and I defy any reasonable man to fall asleep while mustering a herd of cerulean swine.

But after the party and the speeches, I cried myself to sleep.

But by any name or reckoning, it remains a place apart, with an uncanny ability to weave itself into the dreams of all who draw near.

The travellers were so tired that they flopped into bed and fell asleep at once.