Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
Side note: I forgot my dreams from yesterday, but remembered this morning going through my routine... Fragment: We have a top-fill type water filter that also stores the water. My wife had gotten some and left the lever down so water was spilling everywhere. I told her about it and she didn't bother to turn around and flip the switch back up. -- Fragment: I was being held by these people who were going to make me do bad stuff (don't know what. ?) I was pretty upset about it. All of a sudden we were outside. It was a beautiful sunny day, though I didn't see detail. The lady in charge gave me a thick chicken salad sandwich on toasted wheat bread. I felt love with that sandwich. I told her that I know I still have to do things. The End