OK, it was the night before last and there weren't any countries pledging to do away with war and maybe the dream wasn't so strange. Still, it was a first for me.
On and off, for most of Saturday night, I dreamt about this blog. Specifically, I dreamt about the perfect blog post for today. It had a great title, at least four paragraphs and a kick-ass ending. (I always sweat the endings!)
Unfortunately, I can't remember a single detail about the dream. I know that it was perfect, but I don't remember the title, topic, ending, anything! I know that I thought about it continually during the night, and my one memory is that I kept telling myself to write it down. But I was sleeping or at least half asleep, so I didn't write down a word.
Maybe someday it will come to me, because it sits right outside my brain, teasing me with its perfection, like a lyric that I can't quite come up with. But if I'm lucky, and I stop thinking about it for a little while, it may come back to me. I'll let you know.
But until that time, I'm putting a notebook, pen and a headlamp at my bedside. Just in case.