Shaking with fever, I did not sleep well last night. Still, I was rewarded with an intermittent dream, or maybe a hallucination, which I endeavored to remember through the night. By dawn, as usual under such circumstances, little was left of my feverish attempts to save the dream from oblivion. But I remember that I was participating in a revolutionary art project conducted on the Internet. A number of people I know were involved, too, but I do not remember any longer who any of them were. The Web project was to usher a new way for artists to work and cooperate with other artists. I remember being really excited by my dream, which assumed the character of a revelation. The next few nights, I know all too well, I will be going to bed in hope of further detail.