Dreaming about things going wrong. Shit happens. You are a witness. How to process the wrongness? We are like ecosystems, a collection of cells, organs, processes. Trying to keep balanced, our eyes on the ball, looking towards the horizon, looking for the evidence of light, beauty, harmony. There are small deaths everywhere. It's all part of it. Just an on-going process. There is the churn, the hurly-burly. A constant dance all around us and within us. Dreaming. Shit happens. Dreaming.