Dream

[dervishspin]

I had a dream this morning where I met Ceinwen (Countess of the Middle) in the center of a mostly deserted town, so that we could travel together, away from the zombie apocalypse. We were going to meet dagmarhalvdan who had prepared a safe place for us, in a castle on the other side of some border. Along the way, in the middle of a fight against those zombies, my coronet broke into 3 pieces.

I woke up feeling very sad. Defeated. As if I had betrayed everyone I knew by not being good enough.

I'm having a hard time shaking this mood.