I dreamed about the most recent ex. Lately all I’ve been thinking about her has been 'what the hell was I thinking' and 'what on earth was she thinking', about how we just not suited to each other at all. I guess I haven't changed on that. I guess.

But the quality of the dream was that I felt again her good quality, the adorable part of her nature that I saw so briefly, until she came to her senses. Every time that you experience something like that, you find a quality that you will miss as long as you remember it.

The dream consisted mainly of picking ice-cream flavours from a kiosk. The list of flavours was long and shifting, like text often is in a dream. Then flavour names were whimsical to cryptic, so I had to ask the counter attendant what they meant. Her name was in one of them.