This dream woke me up last night at 11:43 pm:

There’s a river that makes me so happy and it’s stream runs right by my house; I love to play in it. Not everyone has the stream and sometimes it gets diverted to new places. When it does and someone new plays in it they ask themselves, “How can it be possible that it makes me so happy?” What does it matter? I think and tell myself that they just need to trust that it does and love it.