Last night I had a dream. That dream was so good that when it was time to wake, I refused and went back to sleep instead, just so I could make the dream last a little longer.
So I fell back into slumber, and the nice dream continued. It's not often that you're able to pick a dream up after you've awoken. It has to be a good dream for you to remember that much.
It was a good dream, of something that could not have happened. Or rather I could not have seen it happen yet.
Maybe it's a part if a series of dreams? I do hope so.
It made me smile.
And a few minutes later, someone said hello in real life, and it made me want to dream further.
Silly, but true, this is my Thursday.