i have this inordinate need to document the dream i had yesterday/this morning because it was so... incredible.

without going into specifics, let me just say that it was a condensation of many many factors that alarmed me very much. death would be one of them.. even the people who appeared.. and the one last bit about S and i.

in essence, it is well and truly a dream because nothing like that can ever happen in reality, but then... why and how did it all come together?

if i were to utilize psychoanalysis by Freud.. i would say that i am pretty fucked indeed. or that there is some deep subconscious underlying cause that is not known even to me as of now....

seriously. the stuff dreams are made of.