I had this dream last night. It was the most amazing dream I'd ever had. It had mystery and a beautiful sadness. It had good people. It had good feeling, film, sound, a story. It had home. When I came out of it, I was going to reach for the microcassette recorder I keep on my nightstand, but then decided not to recite what I remembered about the dream because there was no way that my words could recollect how amazing a dream it was. Of course, they totally would have. Now I have no recollection of even the feeling that made it such an amazing dream. All I remember aside from a few vague images is the fact that it was an amazing dream.