just woken up at 4.53am, out of the most incredible dream i've ever had. i cannot begin to tell you what it was like. it was the greatest vision i've ever had, and if another human being has been so lucky i sorrow that he has not shared it with the world. it was beyond description. like a religious man going to heaven. events unfolded with a fluency and rapidity i cannot describe. it's a writer's ultimate dream to be able to see a story of such ultimate grandeur, endless wheels within wheels within wheels ad infinitum, snaketails in each other's mouths, till i suddenly awoke. i could not go back to sleep. i had to share it, write it down. i texted my girlfriend. then i started to cry because it was so incredibly immortally beautiful and awesome and i was going to forget it all. even as i booted up my computer and as i write now, as fast as i can, i am forgetting it all. i can barely remember it was about.. monsters and reincarnated spirits and double crosses and illusions built up over lifetimes and generations and worlds in a distant time and space - or perhaps a concurrent one - oh the words are so so weak. you may laugh a little, say, hm, vivid imagination there boy, cut down on the cheese before bedtime. but what i saw now twenty minutes ago was something i may never see again, and i tell you, i will forever be the poorer for it. i now feel like i understand the twisted, living visions of tolkein. i have delved into the timeless space of what was, or could be, and it is infinite. i can't write any more. it's all gone. i have to choke down a sense of simultaneous crushing loss and soaring wonder and push myself down into comatose sleep. wherever my mind travelled, maybe i will never go again.. but i hope you can, sometime, somehow, i really do.