I had a strange dream, last night. Strange in just how pleasant it was. I woke to wondering what is different in my mind to create that.

After all, I rarely remember dreams and they are usually more "neutrally confusing", as opposed to anything specifically "pleasant" or "terrible".

I half-suspect it is related to a few nights ago when I tagged along with an acquaintance to an after-hours. It was nice in that it was a crowded dive-ish sort of bar (which I had somehow never visited, despite it being just down the street and well-loved since before I moved here). The place was very busy and the people, both those I knew and those I didn't, were very friendly.

It reminded me of better times and a better world. It is good to know that there are still places where the shades of that era can still be found.

Knowing that this world still exists makes me think I need to find a way to seek it out, more deliberately.

I can only hope it isn't my weight which would crush it,
...Nights