I dreamed last night that a good friend of mine, Lindsay, and I had gone on a trip to India. While we were in India I ran into my good friend Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell gave me some pixie dust, which I proceeded to sprinkle on Lindsay and myself. We then flew above India, and saw the Taj Mahal, in the summer evening sky. It was magnificent.
Why can't I have more dreams like that?