I had another disturbing dream last night; so unsettling that I cannot write of it. That should say a lot about how bad it was, because I share nearly everything. Finally, morning arrived. To the east, the black sky slowly faded to the deepest of purple behind the craggy silhouette of Frenchman Mtn. Rays of gold radiated upward as if from the barren rock itself, scattered clouds turning to electric pink, like the seedy neon city below them. From violet, to cobalt, to cerulean and Carolina, and every shade of blue between, the Creator's morning palette on display in all of it's magnificent splendor. With the rising sun came a happy surprise-- nightmares gone and dreams come true.