I had a dream. I was walking down a very beautiful street and on one side there were white houses with high arches and pillars. On the other side, there was a shady park. Under the trees which were growing near the street, there was a stream of dark green water. And then I came to a high wall, and it was overgrown with roses. And then came an airplane and set the roses on fire. But it wasn’t too awful since it was so beautiful. I watched the reflections in the water, and saw how the roses burned. And the whole time I knew that I should remember something; something someone had said…but I had forgotten what it was.