It was going to be a supper club that featured a skylight/ partial wall that had lightening and rain fall as the patrons were eating. It never happened. Apparently those whom control finance never agreeded with my idea. I had it down to a small drip at the tables, a waiter or waitress would appear with a tiny galvanized bucket and explain such 'Happens here' as the bucket was placed on their table. Why don't things happen as we plan for them too? If only this lifetime could furnish what I can think...... Whats your lost dream?