My dreams are always strange, often frightening and occassionally depressing. I rarely have "happy" dreams. Case in point last night. I dreamt I was at school (as in pre-teenager school, in my country we call it Primary school) and was part of a lecture, and for some reason there were a bunch of really famous Jazz musicians in the audience but I didn't know who they were and kept asking. Anyways, after that had finished I went outside to wait to be picked up by my mom. But she wasn't there and it was very dark, cold and raining. I preceeded to wake up feeling extremely depressed and melancholy for the days of my youth. Thank you stupid ass brain for reminding me of the darkening inevitability of the passage of time. Appreciated, really.