This morning I had a profound dream. I dreamt that I was walking through Macys on 34th. Huge and labyrinthian and I was holding a beautiful goldfish In my hands that was squirming and thrashing around. And I cared so much about it. I didn’t want it to get hurt and I was looking everywhere for water. The fish was knocking it’s scales off and it was losing it’s shine. The dream was really long but I finally found an aquarium and dropped him in and he took off. I immediately woke up and said out loud ” the fish is the struggle”

I feel unusually positive as of right now.