When I woke up, I was editing a story in my head. A post about ... something. I remember it was witty, because at one point I also woke up laughing at my wittiness. My dream swirled and morphed and bounced around (as dreams do). It somehow involved Chatelaine magazine. And then it suddenly occurred to me that I should have a photo to go with my post. I actually got out of bed and looked up Chatelaine to find an cover photo to illustrate my witty post about ... something. Then I searched for my post.
Of course, there was no post. Not in drafts. Not even in my head anymore.
I'm going back to search my pillow. Maybe it is there.
In the meantime, here is a look at Chatelaine magazine. It is essentially Canadian and used to be much more important than it is now.
Oh, damn, now I really wish I remembered my dream.