I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
swung blind and blackening in the moonless air.
The beginning of a poem by lord Byron that I really love. Thought I'd share it, If anyone's interested in poetry take a look at the rest of the poem. Its the first piece of writing I've come across that captures the atmosphere of a dream perfectly.