Had a dream that I accidentally hurt my pet wild boar.
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Autoimmune disease. Immune system attacking you by mistake.
What if it isn't...a mistake?
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Covid took all the pressure off.
There is not one thing I had dreamed up in my entire life that could not have been destroyed by the response to this.
rethink.
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Write it down. Save it. Encourage family to pursue dreams. If the lights are on at 3 AM and they are writing, or building, bring them a snack. Call in to school for them. Celebrate those notions. Share. Keep dreams alive. If you can't write a novel, is your idea a short story, or a poem? Contribute to the family. Creativity can carry everyone.
I woke up drenched in sweat. I told my wife about the gist of the dream and she made sure I wrote it down. Not doing well. Not the worst thought to leave on. It was so bright in the middle of the night. Snow. Ever since I was a kid waiting for Christmas morning, I would wake up and look outside. If only everyday had two days, instead of a night and a day.
Last page.
My ramblings about illness point at the obvious. There is always someone in worse shape. If I am incapacitated at any given moment, how do I help those worse off?
