Marivhon I have a very strange dream where I have a picnic with Vrill and talk about how things could have gone. I hug him and we tell each other that we love each other. He tells me that my mother would be proud of me. His daughter interrupts our feasting and he hugs her too and looks at me and I know what to do. The blood flows out of her and into a pool on the ground where I can make out the world like a map made of her. Pieces of his flesh are the land and bits of bone are mountains. Her blood makes pretty little streams and pools into little oceans and seas. I realize that she's beutiful.

I wonder if I'll ever wake from this dream.  ¶ 7:41 PM