In the first hours of the morning, the mind is still soft and pliable. A clever touch, careful pressing, and you can nudge yourself in a new direction. Daily reshaping, and perhaps eventually you can make of yourself something greater.
Just take care that what inspiration you bring from Dreaming is truly of you. Draw enough influence from beyond and you may find yourself less and less human. More like Those Who Slither Beneath Dreams. And worse, you may become a foothold for them in this world.
Why am I not surprised to see you smile at receiving that warning? From whose cup have you been drinking at night? When you write about your dreams, whose inspirations are you passing along? Your words do not taste at all like those who are the allies of this world.