Last night I had a beautifully complex dream that will never be a reality. It was particularly depressing to slowly realize this upon waking as the warm and enjoyable glow from the dream faded into the dull and depressing foggy light of another nonplussed morning. In the moments after my mind pieced the differences together, another enervating thought pushed its way through the crevices of my brain. Perhaps, the reality that precipitated the dream was merely a dream itself. Of course, the reality that precipitated the dream was merely a dream itself!

Of course the reality that precipitated the dream was merely a dream itself.

Le mal du pays.

-Namakemono