I woke up again from a dream that centered around two (of many) failures in my life. Upon awakening, I realized all the failures don’t matter. They just don’t.
The other dream was about an execution that somehow I was involved in. Now I have never had any experience watching or assisting in an execution, this was just more bizarre stuff..
I thought I wanted to wake up and start my day. But I don’t. Back to bed for me.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
I’m in a paunchy mood so please forgive me but you see a man with nightmares, pain, disillusion and heartache and I see a man that has the freedom to stay in bed. I know. Perspective sucks balls sometimes.
That’s OK. Remember I worked 40 years to get here.
Lol. Well. I must be doing something wrong. I’ve put in 45 and still suck at this. 😝
I worked 40 years for the freedom to stay in bed