Sure, we have those mornings where we might wake up, and for whatever reason things that didn’t trouble us the night before trouble us to a borderline unbearably constrictive degree, and well, it all kind of weighs a ton — but only if we let it though.
Dreams are crazy, absurd, wild, the concoctions of a naive 5 year old who wants to get married in front of monkeys because she thinks monkeys are pretty cool. But knowledge, knowledge wears thick reading lenses and whispers that giant spheres of plasma do not grant wishes. Knowledge demands certainty. And I am certain of nothing.