Last night I dreamed that I was on a boat on Lake Washington and couldn't stop crying. I was literally convulsing with grief. I didn't know where the boat was going or why I was on it - all I sensed was being extremely sad.
I woke up thinking how nice it was that I dreamed it and that in reality I didn't just cry my eye balls out. I'm sure that will come sooner or later - but for now it's nice to be tear free.
