I don't bother treasuring moments anymore, because it seems futile.

Recently I dreamt that my dog was alive, I woke able to forget. When I remembered his death I cried again.

Honestly, I prefer dreams where I die.

So, in my dream me and my boyfriend were going in a car to Disneyland (that on it's own is strange enough) and I jokingly nagged about parking the car. Then we walked to this seafront and there were all these weird looking hotels and none were open because "it wasn't tourist season". So we had to go rent a room and then we were stood in front of the sea and it came right up to the buildings, and everyone was stood in the water. Then fish were jumping out, y'know like salmon do? And people would catch them and this woman made me do it and there was this fish in my hands and it was sat there breathing like it was in water. Not struggling at all. I screamed because it felt unnatural, threw the fish into the sea and stepped out of the water. Then I guess everything became "normal" because suddenly me and my boyfriend were alone in a room and he said something about me acting shy, kissed me, we were laid on this bed kissing and then...

My phone went off and woke me. Either way, that's pretty damn weird for me. Usually my dreams feature death, but not undead fish.

I then had another dream about the girls who played guitars on buses. They were trying to kill me a lot. That one was strange but the death was somewhat comforting, being familiar and all.

He died when I was twelve. I cried for a week and didn't sleep for three days.

Same happened when my dog died this year, actually. I don't take animal deaths well.