text:  In falling asleep I have often been conscious of the dissevering of my thoughts--like a regiment dismissed from parade they seemed to straggle away "in most admired disorder;" but these scattered bands muster together again in our sleep; and as these have all been levied from the impressions cogitations hopes fears and affections of our waking hours however strangely they may re-combine if they do combine with sufficient continuity to be remembered the form presented however wild will always be found on a fair analysis to be characteristic of the dreamer