Sometimes I'll get a great idea for a post while out walking or showering or generally not in front of a keyboard. Not just great ideas, but fabulous ones.
And then, after rehearsing the keywords over and over so I don't forget before I write it down, I forget.
And that post, the post I didn't write, the post that never saw the light of day–that's the best post ever.
I think most dreams work this way.
The thing is, an unwritten post is no post at all. It's merely a little bit of gossamer on wings of hope. Doesn't count.
The only good posts are the ones I've written.
I think most dreams work this way, too.