a few nights ago I was lucky enough to have a very long, complicated and random dream. unfortunately I forgot most of the intricate details, but one thing did stick in my mind, it also seemed to be the endpoint of the dream. after taking a very long, complex, twisted and random path to the end of the dream, it ended with me being aware that i was in some sort of asylum. i was aware of this and felt content about it. I didn't know why i was in an asylum, only that i was. I didn't seem to care much at all about this and felt content to remain there. I interacted a little with the dream-people in the asylum, and then woke up with a sense of loss. completely bizzare, haven't really given it much thought, but maybe someone out there has something insightful to tell me.
