Our Philosophical Descent into Madness

This morning I saw a seagull dying by the ocean.   I picked it up and moved it to buy it some reflection time.  Its death is inevitable, as is ours.   

I had such a creepy dream last night that I awoke with severe anxiety.   All that it was was people being "mean" to me ... hating on me.    It sounds so ridiculous that I hesitated writing it here.    Maybe I will have an opportunity to return into that dream and do some serious attacking of the assholes.     

When I was a teenager a teacher told us that one is capable of "killing enemies" in dreams, and that this may represent some kind of inner victory in the psyche.   

We are all dying animals, you are right.