Bystanders wandered in and out of the merchant's stall, passing the time, talking of dreams they might purchase. Workers and slaves stooped from labor asked timidly for dreams of wine and ease. Women asked for dreams of love, and men for dreams of women.
Source: The Advent of the Algorithm: The 300-Year Journey from an Idea to the Computer, Pages: 37
These Days I Feel Fearless Of Myself. I Feel Loose-Footed, Unbooted, Free To Fall Over Heels, Letting My Thoughts Spin Round On Ferris Wheels. And In My Head While Moments Freeze, I Become Sticky With Cotton Candy Fantasies.