For the second time in just a couple of months’ time, I had another *really* awful dream about my family last night. Something is deeply wrong, and while I don’t know what it is — and they dismiss my dreams as little more than the vagaries of the subconscious, as most rational people would — I know that it’s going to culminate in something ginormous, perhaps soon.
The dream itself is inconsequential. But it has shaken me, deeply, and I hope I can make it through the day without bursting into tears at random.