Usually don't remember my dreams, but I had a particularly weird and vivid one the other night. It wasn't even anything special and I'm not sure how it started. I was at home and started getting messages from an old ex-girlfriend, one from college. The only one from college, in the grand scheme of things. Anyway. There was an air of sadness around in the way the voices moved and the way my dream flowed, she said she was moving out west and wanted to spend some time together. The conversation ended, the phone hung up, and I either kept sleeping or woke up. I don't know what that says about my subconscious. It's surprisingly hard to find volunteer opportunities for evenings after work, that are something I actually have a moderate interest in, and don't require a year commitment. That's got me pretty down.