I startled awake this morning, right out of a nightmare where i was last running from a room where someone was about to do something terrifyingly stupid. Which i was not going to be a part of. We (I think this is me and Si) are in some small shack passing as a cafeteria in some jungle, although i don't remember seeing food. People are lined up, a tall slender man points at a large blue bag hanging on the wall.

"HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." William Butler Yeats

I could spin a thousand tales of times grown long and sunsets thought of while sunrises happen in the dim light of the computer ruining my eyes.