in omnia paratus
'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!'

'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.'

I just woke up. I had a dream that I was at my work, and he was there, and he died again.
I woke up for awhile and fell back asleep and the dream picked up again. Another girl died and our boat sank and there were tons of spiders.
And now all I can do is think about him.
I hoped so hard that I’d never have a dream about him, but I knew it would happen sooner or later.
All I want to do is cry.

dream  RIP