This started out as a different post.

But I kept erasing it because I couldn't find the right tone. So I don't think it was meant to be.

Instead, I'll relay a dream I had last night, more for me than you, so I can later try to figure out what it all means.

I was sick. Not cancer, but something really bad. Something without a cure. In the hospital. But the hallway. Not an actual room. On a gurney, in the hallway, between two rooms where two other people I knew were also staying. I'm not sure who they were.

My entire extended family showed up at one point or another during the sequence. Hushed whispers abounded, and I saw my mother looking worriedly at the doctors.

Suddenly, we were all at a party. At some lavish mansion in a warm climate with a lot of people I didn't know. I was still sick, but this was some kind of fundraiser for my treatment. I did my best to put on a smile, but inside I was dying. Literally. I excused myself to the spa-like bathroom where I curled up on the cool tile and listened to the rhythmic sound of the bass from the music downstairs.