I dreamed a dream in days gone by.

Last night I dreamt that I dropped a parachuted video camera from a hot-air balloon in order to get a video of what one sees when one falls from the sky. Simpler solutions didn't occur to me at the time. Moments later, I too decided to take the plunge. I jumped from my aloft hot-air balloon, fell like a feather through thousands of feet, and landed (unhurt) on an impossibly slick ice luge. Then, in an unprecedented state of exhilaration, I rocketed through technicolor zinnia fields at warp speed on a sled ride to trump all others.

Needless to say, it was the best dream I've had in quite some time--almost as good as the time I took a jeep ride through a "ballerina farm" with Brad Pitt.