I've been neglecting the whole blogging world lately, and, frankly, all the other worlds too. For some time now I have been dealing with a family illness issue, the whole 'people who raised you dying' thing. Writing this blog has provided a nice distraction for me, but there are days when you don't need distraction, but to decide something. And lately there are more and more days completely filled with making errands for my whole family as I am the only healthy person with a driving licence.
But I often play games in my dreams. It was the same when I was quitting smoking - I dreamt that I had forgotten about quitting and smoked, and then felt guilt (still in dream). My friends also had such dreams when they were quitting, so I guess it's a good thing now.
One last piece of thought: if there is a person who wouldn't get depressed by their friend or close relative dying, it's probably me. I care about people, but I'm okay with death, probably even more than with life. But it has so many aspects and accompanying events/situations that the whole package is almost bound to depress anyone, even me. So unless your parents will die suddenly in their sleep or you really hate them, don't expect to go through their death unconcerned. Or maybe you will? Or already did? We're thought to be all different after all.