I love my dreams. I only wish I could remember them more often, because every time I do they're so amazingly beautiful...all I can remember clearly about the one I had last night is that one of my friends was driving a car on a winding, narrow dirt road. It was just after sunset when the light still lingers and the sky was swirls of blue and purple. There were pockets on the road that contained some substance that reflected the sky like a mirror. We stopped to see what it was, but it was merely pure white powdery snow.

So we continued to drive along with an ocean to the left of us, hills to our right, making our way on a road that appeared to be made out of the sky. And what is there, really, to be sad about when such beauty exists in our own minds....

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