Had the greatest dream experience last night. I was walking through a mall in 1979, and everything was faithfully authentic to the time period. I am even starting to wonder if I am not coming up with a memory from being in a mall with my mother or something, although it felt like I was walking around on my own power and making my own decisions. But seeing the way the place was decorated, the things people were wearing, and the shops and what was for sale. I often like to revisit my childhood theory that heaven is just a place where you can watch history. I wish I could remember everything I saw now. It just made me feel good.