dream fragment

I was driving down a road with my girlfriend to some place for a date when she mentioned that men were tired of shrinking. It was an extremely short fragment. Now, it didn't seem like "shrinking" was referring to shrinkage (in case you don't know what that is, it's when your pee pee gets really tiny after putting it in cold water), but rather the physical act of a person shrinking in size. I don't know, it didn't make any sense.

This was barely anything, and that depresses me greatly. I was having a bad night, anyway. I wasn't able to concentrate while meditating and I used the computer right up until bedtime. I also woke up at random times during the night (I'm trying to get my internal clock to work without an alarm).
Anyway, I saw a faucet in a black room dripping a black liquid.
That was it.

"We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it."
~ James Matthew Barrie

I saw a man dressed in reddish rags sitting on a street corner. Brown was the color of his hair and eyes, and his skin was fairly filthy. He had a life, a wife, two children, but all were gone. He never bothered to tell how he lost it all. He just looked at me and flipped a coin.
This was mega depressing. Alas, alas, it was only a fragment. It also was so realistic, even when it comes to being like reality that I didn't notice it was a dream. Honestly, there was nothing wrong with this one.