Aaannyway, the part of the dream I remember most vividly was something my dream-self said to a little girl. She walked up to me and said she was nine years old. I took her hand and brought her closer and said something to the effect of "I want you to do something for me. I want you to remember this day, and remember how it feels to be nine years old, with your whole life stretching before you, not a care in the world because your parents are taking care of everything. Promise me you'll remember that."
This sounds a lot like something I said in a comment to way2 the other day. *sigh* I need to not hate being 44. But really, FUCKTempus and all its godsdamned fugit-ing.