It's like one of those dreams that changes you. You keep some of the dream forever, and you know things down deep inside yourself, because it happened to you, but when you go looking for details they kind of just slip out of your head.

“Be boring, knowing everything. You have to give all that stuff up if you're goi…”

“He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, st…”

“It was a perfectly normal gerbil. It appeared to be living in an exciting const…”

“You don't have to stay anywhere forever.”