I sleep walk.  I wake up in a different place than the one in which I closed my eyes.  The dreams I recall are memories of what I did in the night.  I often wonder, if I could dream, about all the possible stories a dream would tell.  Would I dream of spelling with a beautiful woman?  Would I be chased by lions in the wild Serengeti?  Would I travel to the edge of the universe?  

Florence opened her eyes and knew right away that