So I had a dream so good; it felt so real I woke up crying on my pillow. I didn't want to get up. It was about or involved a young couple of lovebirds who defied societal norm and tradition. When the conflict culminated, the guy dies at the end from a war. It's definitely not a Hollywood happy ending, but I think I should write it into a story because it's a good-real happy ending. Luckily, I slept side-way and could remember all of it and most of the details vividly and clearly. I love the human subconscious - it is where dreams are real. Like a deep ocean full of memories, it conjures up amazing and imaginative creatures by itself. Too bad, most of the times we don't remember our dreams after we've woken up to the surface. Anyway, writers are weird, and I like creative weird people. Don't be afraid to be weird.