I once dreamed of a wonderful place where the grass was fresh and green. The ground was soft and damp, cool on my bare feet. Wildflowers grew in the fields around me, imperfect and beautiful. I ran and played there, discovering new beautiful things, and I was so free it was like flying. In the middle of this place was a tall wooden stage, so tall I had to crane my neck to see. On this stage were people I loved and admired, and I would talk to them and watch from afar. I came to know them, and this I kept like a sweet secret on my tongue. Every day I begged them to join me in the free and wonderful place. One day, they looked down at me with kind but sad smiles, and they told me: We are far apart, you and I, and this land that you call free--it is only a lucid dream.