A pillow-dream is a night adventure of your subconscious self.
You wander without volition in a weird world and come back with
a tantalized and fleeting recollection of fantastic persons and
impossible situations. The metaphysical mystery of this sort of
dreams has never been cleared, but it is certain that the fruits
gathered in these sunless excursions are of doubtful flavor
and quickly perishable. Fortunately, we are capable of dreams
which are not pillow-dreams--dreams which are best dreamed when
the spine is vertical and every fiber of mind, soul, and heart
vibrant and vital. On these occasions we are in the clasp of our
best mood--the mood of concept and creation. The wine of this
mood is red like blood and the resultant intoxication is the
holiest experience of which we are capable. In its high hours
the soul is never maudlin or fuddled; it grips life strongly and
deals with it in divine fashion, whipping its fugitive elements
into orderly submission, compelling them to assume a useful
steadiness like that of the dependable planets which can be
found nightly at a given point in the heavens.--_Metropolitan
Magazine._
(820)