I spent the entire morning trying to remember that high-larious thing I said yesterday to my friend that I swore I would write about today. But since I still can't remember it, I decided instead to write about my co-dependency recovery dream. My friends were married (my childhood friend Betty and my friend Joe, who don't even know each other in real life). We were all climbing up a steep hill/cliff, and we were slipping and struggling, and then Betty fell and started rolling down a hill, and Joe went after her, only to find himself hanging on the cliff's edge with Betty. And I was above staring down at them and thinking, "hell, if I'm going after them," because I've spent my entire life falling down hills for people. But then a miraculous helicopter came up and rescued them, and laid them gently down and this really handsome man who ran the helicopter kissed Betty on the head.

I guess on second thought it wasn't that great of a recovery dream because I was still staring down at them from where I was climbing, instead of getting myself up the hill.

Just for today, I can look at the top of the hill.