Christmas eve I ate some beef strogenoff. Usually I avoid dead cow but this dish I hadn't had for maybe 20 years so I indulged. Then I didn't feel so good the next day. So that night I thought it would be "healthy" to sleep with the window open for fresh air. In the middle of the night there was a thunderstorm with a heavy downpour. The rain blew sideways into the window screen and got reduced to a fine mist. The cold mist sprayed on my smiling face as I rode through a foggy enchanted forest on a motorcycle, or so I dreamed.
Anyway, just getting over bronchitis, lol, and starting to feel better. That's what I've been doing. I feel a poem coming on. May post here.
BTW, don't try that at home. A fresh air window may be good but not right in front of your dreaming face.