My big dream was this all encompassing event was happening where everyone in the world was running around aimlessly looking for the solution to a quandry that seems to have appeared with the sun going missing and the stars moving closer and closer every time anyone looked up. I was sitting on the fire escape of a brown stone with a couple of pals smoking something smooth. We had these fresh mugs of coffee-moche that our lady friends had made and were wondering through subtle looks at eachother, if the frenzy in the street was contageous.

I'm thinking that since I awoke and the sun came up that each day the dream is actually getting further away in temporal time but will always be there as long as my memory holds.