Something about comfort. Something about that place one goes when life doesn’t make sense. What does it look like, that place. How does it sound. How does it feel, the temperature, the smell of the oxygen over there. It has to be fantastic; it has to be sweet. Who lives there out of everyone one knows; maybe no one. Dreams are always surreal so how can one know any of that for sure. One thing I always remember about my favourite dream, I always wear that yellow dress.