If I could carry a dream in my pocket, it might look like this — a little 3 inch by 4 inch canvas showing a painter in a landscape that’s a little bit grainy, not quite realistic, not quite what I look like, not quite the current season, but a perfect reminder of my recent escape to the Land of Nod. You know, all the good things that dreams can be.

When I wake up, I feel my dream evaporating and I’m left with only a slipping glimpse of what I was immersed in just moments ago. If I had a pocket full of my dreams, they’d all be little canvases like this and I could pull one out and zoom back to that perfect moment.