i had a dream that was so long and so vivid and made so much sense.� it had a clear and compelling plot that i understood at the time.� it was populated by complex, fully formed characters.� everyone in the dream was unique and original, and resembled no one i know (or know about) in real life.� the places were realistic, but like no place i've ever been.� whoever i was in this dream, it was someone entirely different from me.� i can only remember snippets of it now.

running along railroad tracks, past a long line of convicts on a chain gang that had a recurring role in the dream, as a collective prop.� a rivalry between artists.� a set of marbles which --when examined closely-- contained miniature photographs of statues that one of the characters in the dream had sculpted.� an accusation of signature forgery, and the person whose signature had been forged was dumbfounded at her inability to spell her own name correctly under pressure, being stared down and mocked by the people to whom she wanted to prove the accusation.

i've lost the rest.