Let's take a chance on that-one-thing you dreamed of once. It frightens you because you can't quite remember that-one-thing and the ellipsis leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Three periods, following the leader in silence leaving so much to be feared. The doubt, the darkness, the cliff leading to an abyss of nothingness all from three meaningless periods. That-one-thing is drilled into your brain like faded words on a street sign. In that dream you remember the feelings, but you can't put a finger on that-one-thing and what it was. You long for it, you hope to dream of it once again but you continue to fall asleep to an unaccompanied darkness of your own inner self. Like a dream journal you told me the bits and pieces of your half remembered night with myself and that-one-thing, and your tone - your excitement had never been matched. You think to yourself that if you could only find the end again you would be ready, but again the ellipsis haunts you and forces you to sleep through the moments that could have meant something until you finally remember the name of that-one-thing.