When we got up this morning, my beloved told me that I must have had a horrible dream again. She heard me wailing and squealing in the middle of night. She wondered whether to wake me up or not, but I calmed down after a while. By the morning, though, I had no recollection of the dream. Had she woken me up, I might have remembered a few things. “Should I wake you up the next time?” she asked when she realized that I was sorry to have lost the dream. “Ah,” I shook my head in confusion, “figure it out!” My beloved laughed, but the loss of a dream is still hard to take. As far as I am concerned, every dream is most welcome. No matter how horrible, it offers a real story rather than mere fiction.