the more alienated I feel.

I woke this morning with an array of seemingly disparate thoughts. Yet, they were mostly spurred from a rambling conversation with friends, last night.

First, the dream snippet I woke up remembering:

"I always wanted to be a death farmer."
Pained, horrified, confused and concerned faces reflected back at her.
"It's not what it seems. I want you to harvest the bounty of your dreams."