I imagine (literally) the Taj Mahal's a nice place
Last night's last dream was me visiting the Taj Mahal in Agra, and being impressed by this most famous monument to love. Of course, the dream-Taj Mahal I explored was almost purely my creation; I know almost nothing about it. I don't know how much of it can be seen. I don't know how much of it there is to see. The real Taj Mahal probably doesn't have a giant public room inside it with a giant, if severe, public bed where you're allowed to lie down, but dream-Taj Mahal did, and I did indeed lie down on it. I only know it's in Agra because Agra is a popular word for crossword puzzle writers to use, like "epee."
But the dream made me think about love, and beauty, and also about my friend theloriest, who's been to India. I like thinking about love, beauty, and Lori.
I'll keep my version of the Taj Mahal, at least for now. Sometime I'll learn more about the real place, and I'll know more then. But I'm fine with what my dream-mind invented.