It's a funny thing, going to sleep. Knowing that I'm about to embark on (at least) a day's worth of experience that I will only remember the briefest scraps of in the morning. Knowing that the low value I place upon this unremembered experience when awake doesn't diminish its reality any more than my dreaming self's disregard for waking reality diminishes that.

And so I pass through the gates of the silver key, never to return unchanged.