I just woke up from a dream. I was standing on top of a hill above a river. Across the river was the downtown of a big city (kinda looked like downtown Edmonton from river valley, but way bigger). The sky was clear with a few misty clouds scattered around. The air was cool with a slighty warm breeze blowing up from the river. The grass and the trees were thick and green. All the stars shone as bright as the lights on a christmas tree in the glowing twilight horizon. Each sparkled a different color from every corner of the spectrum. The sky itself shone an odd reddish-purple color. Which was strange considering there were no clouds to make it so; As though a nebula was blooming right above our heads. There was a song playing just out of earshot. I could just barely make out the tune; It was God Only Knows by the Beach Boys. It was the most beautiful sight and feeling I had ever experienced in any dreamscape I've conjured. I spent my time fumbling for my camera rather than taking it in. I ran around in a frenzy trying to get a perfect shot. Slowly the sky began to fill with clouds and the song was coming to an end. The breeze was growing cold and I had yet to take my picture. Before I knew it, it was dark and had begun to rain. I had missed my opportunity and sat there with a blank roll of film in my hand. I had spent my time trying to make everything perfect to remember. In doing so I missed out on breathtaking beauty. Upon awakening, I realized I wouldn't have been able to bring my pictures out of the dream with me anyway; So I struggled to bring back the memories of that evening. To get it down on paper so that I may remember everytime I look at it.