*sigh* i feel like i'm waking up from a dream. with a lump i my throat, wishing i could cry...
but i'm all dried up. inside.
i don't want to wake. from this state.
what's real -- from the surreal...

"Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me."
~Across the Universe, Beatles