I had a dream last night, in which I went to see a movie. It wasn't very good, but it had one magnificent and unusual aspect—we in the audience could go back in time and go to see it again, and it would come out differently. I did that three or four times, in my dream, and it was improved each time, until it was an excellent movie. But the best part was that in re-living that afternoon several times, I became acquainted with the other people who were coming to the flick, and made one friend in particular.
So, I decided to see the thing one more time, this time bringing my spouse both to see this now terrific film and to meet my new friend. But going this time to the movie accompanied (this being a dream, sometimes it was just me and my Best Reader and other times it was several family members) I did not strike up conversations with other filmgoers and never met that friend. And, it turned out that the changes in the movie were this time seriously detrimental—in fact, it was not only a bad movie, but it actually ended after about forty-five minutes, whatever plotline having been disrupted by another repetition causing a premature conclusion.
And then I woke up.
And I felt bad about waking up there, mostly because ending at that point meant that nobody could go back and watch the movie again and make it better—I had abandoned the dream world in a state with the film being terrible.
So. If any Gentle Readers find themselves in this dream, please accept my apologies for the low quality of the movie in it.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,