Rest, not to be confused with its hyperactive twin, 'work', is a delightful yet elusive state of being which most intergalactic travelers insist they will try right after they finish just one more small thing. Inexplicably, 'rest' often involves lying horizontal on a variety of surfaces, closing one's visual sensors, and letting one's mind wander into absurdity—much like attending a Vogon poetry reading, but without the lasting psychological trauma. It is a well-documented fact that during rest, humans are known to concoct the most outlandish of tales, featuring improbable creatures like fire-breathing lizards or honest politicians.