I had a disturbing dream last night. I was away from home on this weird combination of cruise ship/renaissance faire/supermarket. I'd been on it for a while, and I hadn't been able to sleep or have any privacy because I had to bunk in a room with several others. So I was wandering around the ship/faire/store in search of ... something ... and I would occasionally run into people who would ask/say "You're having a wonderful time, aren't you?" And I would respond, "No, I want to kill myself." And they would laugh and go on about their business.
It was not a nice dream.
It was not a nice dream.
