I dreamed of dinosaurs and running through high grass and trying to get away with my kids. I dreamed one got my son and bit off is head. Then the dream reset and I had him all safe and sound but still running from them. I dreamed of rivers and streams over-flowing; everything wet with rain, puddles and mud everywhere. I remember feeling icy cold and wet and vulnerable. I dreamed of someone I once knew and didn't particularly like holding me against my will. He wouldn't speak to me, just sit there with a stupid smile on his face while I had to decide if I should swallow my pride enough to ask him for a drink or just die. Then I dreamed of King Arthur in a cabin by a fire, sharing body heat, talking, answering questions. The overall feeling? Want.