Haunted by Dreams

Last night I dreamt that I had intended to write a story about the Central Park Conservancy's Halloween ball (an event I have actually covered in real life, twice, and enjoyed very much), but somehow it got forgotten in the shuffle until months later when I got an email that included somebody's high-resolution photos from the ball and a note telling me to post them online straight away. But I'm thinking, "No one wants to read a story in January about a Halloween ball! It's too late! Why doesn't anybody but me use any common sense anymore?!"