I've had a single sip of coffee.
That said, I will still likely fuck up the title or some grammar or leave out words or forget commas.
Watched The Discovery last night. Essentially, it's centered around what happens when we die. I liked it. If, when I die, I get to do the thing in the movie I'll be cool with that. A lifetime full of regrettable mistakes gives me lots of potential landing spots.
Watch it, don't watch it. Solid 6.5 out of 10.
As a result of watching it I had so fucking many dreams about people who have died in my lifetime. I also had at least two dreams featuring Rooney Mara. Fortunately, she was a brunette in my dreams.
I dream about people I've lost a lot.
I have my own theory - and I have zero doubts that it is unique to me.
When I dream about someone dead I believe there is a part of them that is really here connecting with a part of me. For a moment, we hang out, catch up, love and laugh all over again. The goodbyes are always more sweet than bitter because I know I will see them again.
Sure, I could be wrong. It could all be the machinations of a heartbroken brain.
But who fucking cares?
If the brain has found a way to help us heal, help us cope, and it hurts literally no one, that cannot be a bad thing.
I need more coffee.