I had a dream - a glorious and breathtaking dream so tantalizing and magnificent that I forgot all else. And when I remembered, it was too late; reality had intruded and the death toll was sounded. While time passed, I mourned for the death of my dream, my dream that had dared to fling me to heaven. But when tears had dried and I had looked to the remnants, out of the ashes of dream-pieces was found a new dream - a dream that was wrinkled, deformed, weak: never reaching its potential but a dream nevertheless.