Dreams are a blessing, but most of the time, they are a curse. They show you your deepest desires, but when they reach the best part, they're snatched away from you by a cold blowing wind in the middle of the night, or the first ray of sunshine at dawn. I had a dream last night: Everett was running on the beach towards me, I was sitting on a rock. He looked so happy and when he finally reached me, he held out his hand, suggesting a dance there on the white sand beach against a backdrop of blue,