Back from outer space.

While I was away, I had a dream.

In that dream, something had been created. It was a book, or a painting. It had been assembled inside of a building by a team of Artists, and left in the lobby.
The art took the form of a lifeless monster.
It was an impressive piece, in size and complexity, but no one could figure out how to get it out of the building without waking it--or destroying it.

That was the first night.
I had great, but groggy days as I adjusted to the new time, and at night I stayed up wishing for sleep, and more wonderful dreams.