This time, I don't remember the entire dream. What I do remember is this: I am writing, blue ballpoint pen in hand. I'm taking copious notes, and the pen in my hand doesn't skip a beat, gliding smoothly, effortlessly across the page. I'm taking notes for a project, either for school or work, so I am not thinking too much, just taking in what is being said and putting it on paper in my own words. My thoughts are so organized, I was thinking to myself, so clean. I wrote for hours and hours, churning out pages of my handwriting at its most beautiful best. And my hand was never tired.