I recently was able to return to a dream after waking up. That never happens to me, as much as I want it sometimes. Sure, when it is a nightmare, I am all too relieved to leave and fearful of ever returning.

I may be in the minority, but I have been transported back to some cinematic dreams recently too. Star Wars the Force Awakens, and Blade Runner 2049 were able to miraculously return me back to the worlds they originated from. A feat, considering how many decades have passed. And no less than Harrison Ford as a guide for both. These are days I never thought could come, especially the cruel way the Prequels dashed our hopes for rollicking adventure and generous humor in a galaxy far, far away. And Blade Runner, the cult film with legs. A sequel? So many false starts, like tears in rain.