I was walking around in the area between the hospital and Picnic Point. My therapist, who is also The Joker, told me that to keep onesself motivated, they need to have a story that they tell themselves about why they're doing what they're doing. And I thought that was very wise.

It was winter and a nearby pond was frozen over, so after I talked to him I went over to walk across it. I wanted to take some pictures, or I just needed somewhere to walk around while I was thinking on things. There were parts with snow and parts without snow. I made sure to avoid the parts without snow, thinking the ice was thin, there. On my way back I managed to step on a thin place and I fell through, and also I was tangled up in a bunch of stuff. I didn't panic, but I was unable to get myself out, so I died. I accepted this fate pretty easily, probably because I knew in the back of my head that I was dreaming.

In another dream I was visiting Renee, and we were going to make sexytime, so we got all naked, but then there were all these people walking in and out of her apartment (which in the dream was a little bigger than her real one and had a hallway and a couple of closets). They were all there delivering different stuff she had ordered. Maybe some of the stuff required assembly, so they were assembling it.

I had some other dreams that seemed write-down worthy when I woke up but now I've forgotten them.

I'd had some interesting dreams just before waking up to take the car in yesterday that I also forgot before I got around to writing them down.

Well, time to come up with some stories to tell me how to spend the rest of the day.