Have I ever told you about my dream?
It starts how dreams always start, or at least how mine always do (I'm not sure about yours), but it starts with me standing alone in a park. You may find such a start to a dream strange (in truth, most of my dreams are strange), but I'm not standing long. Before I know it, I'm walking along a cobblestone path while spinning a crooked old cane.
I love when the title of a post fits perfectly with its content
Thank you so much, Enreal! I wasn’t sure of what I should title it at first, but after I typed it up, the name just clicked.