One is relatively at peace when one can nod off on the sofa in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. Yesterday I fell asleep with the Soap Thief on my chest. The Soap Thief is our Jack Russel, Luna. Many would not cherish the idea of a dog sleeping on your chest. I quite like it.
And I was able to remember a dream I had. I dreamed I was in a social setting, conversing with people, and I was munching on a bar of something. That bar of something was soap.
The Side Effects of Endorphins 