I had a long dream about endings. Many of the people currently in my life were in it. Some were cast away prematurely for precious moments alone with those who would soon be mourned. Toward the end of the dream, others arrived to take the place of those leaving. They were from the past, discarded ones, and they were poor fillers for the loss. Now lonely, as if it were real - a reminder - a premonition.

There was a sense that the source of it were my own inadequacies.