If Budd gives in to the rush of hypnogogic images before sleep

The pressure of the steaming sea;
the strange fibrous green/grey plants it washes up;
a great sea-shell between us and the moon;
the brilliant discs among the stars.

Budd's dream body glows with bright energy as he brings his conscious mind along. He finds Connie Sativa, sleeping on a bed of softest, purest silk, and he awakens her in this dream. They make love, they form worlds. Its all win win win.

The End