I was nearly a child when I began to realize that my dreams meant more to me than the dreams experienced by others. My dreams, for the most part have been epic.; A modern epic, full color,complete characters, and most of all...a plot. My dreams, my personal cerebral celluloid has been a very dear part of my life. They have been an escape and private wonderland for me to celebrate and experience from the moment I was conscience of me.( I think therefore I am ) I have however taken this celestial gift for granted. I have discarded, dismissed and rarely embraced or acknowledged the importance of this endowment yet thankfully these blessings have not yet been stripped from my contemporary reality and so to remunerate this misdeed I will share my anticipated enchantment with this forum forthwith.