Death doesn't have to be about physical death. It seems my dreams lately have been centered around death. Everything from a plant to a bug to a person.

A friend of mine died last month, and perhaps that facilitated the fears, but I'm not one to be overly shaken up over the loss of life.

Last night it was the death of a puzzle. I have this 3-D puzzle of the New York City skyline that I recently completed. In the dream, it got destroyed by a rogue wind blowing through my room.

Perhaps it's nothing, but I'd really like to have a dream about something wonderful happening. The constant dying of things in my sub-conscience is starting to bring me down a wee bit.