“Sorrow comes in great waves—no one can know that better than you—but it rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us it leaves us on the spot and we know that if it is strong we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.”—Henry James, from a letter to Grace Norton, dated 28 July 1883
I had a strange dream last night that I was walking around my apartment area looking for someone but I didn’t know who, and I came up to the porch of one of my neighbors to ask them for help, I didnt ask them because they sounded like they were having sex, I heard a girl panting from inside the apartment, and the lights were on with the blinds closed, I continued walking but something caught my eye, a pack of 27’s was lying on the railway of their porch, without hesitation I picked it up and kept walking. It was almost a full pack I think only four were missing, so I helped myself to one.
I woke up in the morning with that same pack in my drawer. I don’t think I was dreaming.