I had this great idea for a Bear post. Then I fell asleep.

Lying in bed last night I had this great idea for a post. I had it all figured out, paragraphs, layouts, a nice wee graphic to go with it, a pure belter of a post so it was. Insightful, funny, poignant, the sort of thing that makes you stop in aisle six at Tesco and reconsider the point of not only your own existence, but also the whole concept of God, of karma, the Universe and our place within it, and the purpose and fate of humanity. I figure I'll write it down in the morning, but then I fell asleep and had this amazing dream about being able to fly. They're always the best ones. In this dream, I would run, like really fast, like Superman, and the faster I want the more forward I'd lean and then eventually I'd fall forward, up, up into the air. Above the clouds the sun shone with an intensity of white light that hurt the eyes but warmed the soul. The clouds, fluffy and white like the ones my kids used to draw, and the endless skies above and beyond that the stars and the universe…