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For what seems a long time now I've had no memorable dreams--a few fragmentary thoughts or feelings might remain after waking, but nothing I could hold on to. A few nights ago this changed, apparently because I had decided it needed to. Unfortunately, the dreams I've been having have not been pleasant ones. Full of kidnappings, killings, random acts of violence and enforced helplessness, they have assuredly not been the kinds of dreams I'd hoped for.

Last night after starting awake with one dream of random victimization replaying in my mind, I decided to rewrite the story as I went back to sleep. My next dream had nothing to do with the previous one. Instead, it involved a happy fun contest in which a stuffed animal would be picked at random to go to a school of its choice for free. My stuffed Easter rabbit won the drawing and had the chance to go to cooking school!

Arbitrariness is much more palatable when it involves scholarships for stuffed bunnies.