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-Dream journal quote: "Hand asleep?" (not sure if this was in the dream or got jammed in by me sleeping on top of it and making it tingle in real life)-

The longest entry in my dream journal this week is extremely boring to retell. Essentially the only interesting part to the outside observer is the predictable inclusion of the color red, one of the few colors that stands out in my dreams (hm, The Giver comes to mind). It was an interesting dream to experience, mind you, but the same can be said of vacations; they may have been vastly interesting to the vacationer, but the large volumes of photographs from the trip -- foisted onto hapless passerby -- are not.

This Monday, I found out that someone who lives in the same building (or complex, or whatever you'd like to call it) as me committed suicide over the weekend. After the initial shock of realizing that someone that "close" to me had actually committed suicide -- that it wasn't just something that happened in the news -- I just felt strange, above everything else. I had never met the person who died. I only ever shed a tear or two when others around me did, as a purely communal response. 

Not quite true. I suppose I was a little overwhelmed with the tragedy of what had happened, the tragedy that no one I talked to seemed to have actually known the person. There were discussions enough about whether, if I or you or she or he had taken the time to speak to this person, who lived in the same four walls as all of us, then perhaps things would have turned out differently.

Or perhaps not. The human mind is an illogical and dangerous organ, sometimes.

Reality check. Oftentimes.