And then, for the very last minute of the dream, the rain started to come down and I started walking in it. For the last minute of the dream I almost felt like the skeleton man walking in the rain, in that damn rubber coat that was too small for me.

To then wake up to the gentle pitter patter of rain in real life.

>I still prefer soft surfaces
>And a blanket of some sort is still unimaginably useful for good sleep.
>not to stay warm
>but for the weight
>the cozy, snuggliness, that a blanket brings
>Usually my blanket is just my jacket.
>Usually my bed is the forest floor.
>mountains don't have as many soft spots to sleep.
>Sand can be alright, but leaves alot of grit in the joints.
>Sometimes you wake up from sleeping in all these obtuse places with friends.

that's the only good thing that's going to happen to me today.