I keep dreaming that I am walking through a really large building, trying to find the bookstore that is inside. There is another bookstore a couple of miles away but I can't ever seem to get to that one. In this dream, there are weird freeways that don't exist in reality, but I could draw maps of where they are and where they go.
"....and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." - John Lennon