holy shit, i just woke up from one of the freakiest dreams i've had in awhile. i don't even remember falling asleep, but apparently i was out long enough for my subconscious to dredge up images of bodies and loved ones and loved ones' bodies and body bags and blood and knives and hatred... i think the hatred was the worst of it. he just stood there staring off down the beach, and when i asked what was wrong, he just turned to give me one of the harshest looks my mind could conjure up, and walked away. i think i may try to not go back to sleep any time soon. call if you're up as well.

---me