I just had the saddest dream of my life. There was a camping trip and I saw a whale. A very touching course of events took place. I want it to happen more than anything. But, I know that it won't. I woke up on the couch, faced with reality, in my 100 degree apartment. No water. No whale. Fuck. I just want it to happen.
I've heard that dreaming is a brain's way of crapping out old thoughts that you don't need anymore. I hope that is what just happened, but I'm pretty sure that these ponderings will persist.
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