I dreamt that… Well, I guess I dreamt that I had a job of some sort that straddled academia and politics. Powerful computers were involved, if I remember correctly. I was deep into research of some kind. My job was tedious. It required my undivided attention. All the time. It stretched the whole night… Anyhow, I do not remember almost anything of my dream. It has been months since I had a dream vivid enough to record anything of real interest from it. And I miss my dreams. More, I crave them. That is, I yearn for writing about them. As this pitiful piece testifies, I am at a loss without dreaming and writing about the blessed experience. Will this honest admission help, though? Will the memory of my dreams return to me on account of the anguish so sincerely expressed? Or is this but another waking dream?