Surprising I was able to even have one. It's been about a week since I've felt well enough to think straight and last night was probably the worse I've been in ages. Woke up with barely enough lung power to breathe through all the coughing and buildup from the previous day. I do suppose that through all this suffering I won't be sick like this for a while. hopefully tonight will be better. Perhaps another good dream will take me away to that same watery haven with even more sea dwelling friends to relax with from the night before. I've had dreams like this plenty times before, many of which I could breathe underwater and venture sea caverns full of life. Only this was the first time I was above the water with a family of otters. Like I was part of the family. Maybe it means something. I know to some people it does. To me it's like a second life, nearly to the point of confusion where I wake from a deep sleep and forget when and where I am. Even sometimes I don't wake because I'm so convinced it's real. Call me crazy but I appreciate all of my dreams like a cold treat on a hot day. I look forward to dreaming every night. even the bad ones, and occasionally down right evil ones I fear none and push on. I guess learning to deal with the bad in the way I have has somehow made the hellish nightmares something I can at times forget or use to my advantage.