Night Vision

I woke up the other night with an amazing story/analogy that should have been written here. It was revealed to me in my sleep, and I awoke thinking only of how to word the vision. Instead of writing it down, I only mulled over it about it for some time before falling back into a light sleep.
It was about a man on his death bed; The struggle his spirit was having with his body; Afraid of the unknown, but so tired of the known the physical body had given.
I cannot think of the details now. I know it was amazing, because all of my dreams and/or visions at night usually are.

On another note: I should be able to write one helluva song right now.