i HAD A DREAM, tHE OTHER DAY, tHAT i WAS FLYING THROUGH THE SKY, oR MORE LIKE, dRIFTING i GUESS, tHROUGH THE W1ND, fROM THE WIND, aND, i COULD SEE SO MUCH OPEN SPACE BELOW ME, gRASS AND TREES AND ANIMALS AND PEOPLE, aND EVERYBODY WAS FLYING KITES, sO THE AIR WAS FILLED WITH COLORS TOO, iT LOOKED LIKE, oNE OF THOSE PICTURES OF, aN ANCIENT aLTERN1AN TIDEPOOL, wITH THE SUN SHINING THROUGH THE WATER, aND SO MANY COLORS, aND CORAL, aND DIFFERENT CREATURES SHOOTING, iN AND OUT, aND i KEPT GOING HIGHER AND HIGHER, aBOVE THEM, aND i THOUGHT i M1GHT, gO SO HIGH THAT i WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE, tO SEE ALL THAT, bUT THEN i STOPPED, aND FELT A TUG AT MY ANKLE, aND i LOOKED BACK AND, tHERE WAS A LINE CONNECTING ME, tO THE GROUND, aND i COULDN'T SEE WHO WAS HOLDING IT, bUT i KNEW, iT HAD TO BE SOMEONE, wONDERFUL, aND THE WIND WAS MOVING ME AROUND, aND THE L1NE WAS PULL1NG ME AROUND TOO, aND i FELT LIKE A SUPERHERO, lIKE i COULD JUST,,, dO ANYTHING, aND,,, iT WAS A NICE DREAM, a B1T ON THE SCENT NUG, mAYBE,