Last night’s dream was a parade of personalities that had no form but were living ideas that floated and dissipated like clouds in the darkness. No light, no real images, but I could see them inside my head, and I could feel them, as if their very existence was nothing but feelings and free form emotions. Then towards the end, something, someone, the thing that was driving this all, came and sat down on my bed, and it its mass was real and significant. 

I woke up to discover the dream, and nothing was left of it, no real memories of what was there and what had left, as if in the dream I existed, and in waking, did not.