I'd rather just keep the corpse. May ghosts but not loans haunt me.

I dreamt about rescuing some kittens from a tree. Which was no easy endeavor since the mentioned tree was aforetime part of the crew that took out Saruman; hero-now-turned-kittennapper.

I woke up just before the climax. For some people, that would've meant a ruined breakfast, but I love a spoiled finale. It reminds me that Reality gives scarce fucks about sticking to the monomyth structure—think about all the potential heroes that never were; their Hero's Journey hindered in some way by Reality's capricious turns and twists.

Those who failed to Seize the Sword because the line for the Ordeal ride was 2 hours long and they went "fuck this I'm getting back to my farm." Those who never got to Approach the Inmost Cave because Google Maps sometimes goes wacky. Those who met the mentor, but he was a scammer with a façade of Instagram followers and fake refund policies. Those who failed to pay tuition for the Trials or just said "nope ty" to the Call to Adventure.

But anyway. The primal wisdom of wasted dreams. I guess dreaming about Sims was nice too.