Sometimes a story of varying sensicalness, sometimes only shapes and colors, and sometimes, just the remnant of a feeling when you wake. Like something mystical might have happened might have happened through the night, but you're not quite sure, a slight hesitation, like the word on the tip of your tongue that you cant quite remember. So close, but only almost, a hairs breadth away, but never touching. Did you leave? Did you go on some grand odd adventure to another dimension of new light and color, breathtaking and bright, to have it taken, erased from recollection when you returned home, left only with a remnant of an emotion on your awakening?