I have a dream. Well, I had a dream, but maybe it's never coming true, so I'll revel in my real dream.
And what a dream it was...
America had changed overnight. I didn't know what had happened, but everything was different the morning I woke up (while I was, unfortunately, still in my dream).
The sky and atmosphere were different. There was a sense of clarity, of transparency.
I had to walk into town; something told me to go there.