In the deep cave of Sleep, where Hypnos lay upon his couch of black-petalled poppies, there dwelt also his thousand sons, the Oneiroi — the Dreams. Of these the chief were three: Morpheus, who took the shapes of men and women and could bear in his face every gesture, every voice, every gait of mortal kind; Phobetor (whom the gods called Icelos), who took the shapes of beasts and birds and serpents; and Phantasos, who took the shapes of inanimate things — of rocks, and water, and the wood of trees.
These three were the messengers Hypnos sent forth into the world by night, to bring to sleeping mortals the figures of their dreams. They came on silent wings out of the cave and into the bedchambers of men, and what they did there the dreaming knew but the waking forgot. There were said to be two gates from the cave of Sleep: one of horn, through which the true dreams came, and one of ivory, through which came the dreams that deceive. Through which gate any given dream had come, no waking person could tell; but the gods knew, and sometimes the seers could read the signs.
Morpheus had the chief place among the Oneiroi, and his name has come down into our speech for the medicine of poppy juice that gives the sleep he himself attended. When the gods wished to send a true vision to a sleeping mortal — Iris, in the matter of Alcyone, came down to Sleep's cave and woke Morpheus to bear the shape of her drowned husband Ceyx, that she might know — Morpheus was sent. But the lying dreams the brothers also bore, when fates required it; for not every sleep was a comfort, and the dreams that warned and the dreams that misled both came from the same cave.




