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....