I had a dream the other night. In it, I slept the entire night without being woken up, once. In addition to this indulgence, the sheets I slept on, and the duvet I slept underneath, had just been freshly laundered. AND I was wearing the most comfortable, new pajamas.
It was the best dream. I woke up so happy.
And then, I thought about how happy I felt—after such a tremendously boring dream.
And that made me feel a little sad.
“We see but in dreams the ideal.” —Henri Cazalis
