"...it was totally inappropriate and utterly delicious...." --Steve Carell
In my dreams, I am often younger than I am, or much older. But I never worry about losing five pounds in my dreams.
I dreamed a poem in my sleep last night. I didn't know I was dreaming at the time, so it's gone.
Perhaps not as gone as I think, if I remember having dreamed it.
Dammit. I will be chasing after this dream poem all day, and it probably will turn out to not have been that good.
Although... even in the dream, it wasn't so much like a poem as it was a pithy observation that would really need some work to make a poem, even not a good poem but just a so-so poem. I mean, I remember thinking that in my dream.
Always a critic.