Dreams are strange things. Sometimes you're dreaming and you don't realize it. And so even things that are completely impossible seem possible and it's not until you wake up that you question them. You can be 20 years old again with no memory of that last 30 years. You can be in a place you left a long time ago and talk to people long gone... I hate those dreams. It's always such a disappointment to wake up. And yet I cherish them too.
Sometimes I dream I am back at Shiz. Everyone is there and we're all down by the canal on a lazy afternoon, or sitting in the Peaches and Kidneys, ordering another bottle of wine. Boq is being pesky and sweet, Crope and Tibbet are making us all shriek with laughter at some dirty joke, Elphaba and Avaric are needling at each other and Fiyero sits nearby laughing. All of us together and while it's like this I can remember nothing of my life after these times and life is just as it should be and just as it always will be. We are young and whole and hopeful.
Then I wake up. The years come crashing down on me once more and I am old and alone and full of regret. One day further from those days, and one day closer to death.