Just Saturday

Saturday afternoon, to be precise.

I had one hell of a dream last night, and it's left me feeling a bit off. A bet an analyst would have had a field day with it.

My girlfriend had left me (an old girlfriend, who did actually leave me, but 10+ years ago), but still loved me. She kissed me and held me, and I felt all this love and pain at the same time.
An old man, a TV personality, had died. I used to sit on the floor at his feet as he did his talk show. I was distraught. I couldn't believe I would never hear his voice again. A rather steely woman from a place I used to work tried to comfort me.
"It's ok," she said. "You're dead too." And to demonstrate she stabbed me through the leg with a knife, to show that it didn't hurt because I was dead.

I woke up crying, and with numb hands; a sign that I had been clenching my fists in my sleep. That hasn't happened for a while.

So today I am feeling a bit off.