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I generally love to dream. But sometimes I hate to dream, especially when you are having an especially amazing one about something that you never want to wake up from, and lo and behold, you are disturbed. Your alarm clock springs to life, or your mother sweeps in hurling obscenities to wake you up... and it's gone. Falling asleep and trying to get it back NEVER works - the sandman is an evil dictator.