I had a dream some years ago; the best one to date. I think it was in January of 2004.

Along the length of hallways with short stairs at the corners, I was stepping through large silvery mirrors to check/spy(?) on people while they slept. I stepped into my own domicile. I saw myself in the mirror and I looked half like my uncle, meaning I was fifty then. The grey sheets were ruffled and the sun creaked through the wide window, my wife had gotten up.

I think we slept in the same bed, but mostly in shifts - I had been up for awhile. We did this, she rose to work after I had written in the night.

I went out onto the main floor? It was like a large supermarket, an Overwaitea or whatever with corrugated brown metal on the ceilings high above. Stalls of some sort dotted it, one L-shaped unit held breakfast for the masses walking in in the early morning. I got a mild blue bubble tea and an electric blue jellabee for her before she went to her stall to be doctor at a walk-in.

We spoke shortly and I was to go out to the rest of the community that was once the UBC campus. To the North, I waited for a middle-aged woman to answer the door because she was behind on her rent or something.

This was good in the sense that it was complete: work, hobby, community, relationship and a just society.