In the closet, but you know, not like that.

I had a dream I was eating a shitake mushroom with honey. It was really good. I was making food for someone who was hiding behind spare mattresses in a closet. I don't know who it was. I wonder what I'm hiding and secretly feeding?

Ever since the New Year clicked over, I've been having a large amount of disturbing dreams. I can never really remember them, besides strong impressions and single images, like a cut-scene movie flashback.

This, on top of my little depression, leaves me feeling quite disheartened when I awake. Actually, the depression is slipping away and I feel much better already, with only financial concerns dampening my spirits.

Alas, I have lemony water, so everything should be all right. But donations are welcome.