Hammer-philia

Two things:
(1) I had a dream last night that my father gave me a pet pirhana. It was amphibious, and once my parents went back to Phoenix, it grew long, disgusting tenticles and jagged teeth. Its eyes were small and black. If the eyes are the window to the soul, then its soul was barely discernible. I was carrying it in my shoulder bag, and it crawled out, running up and down the street at high speed. It was impossible to catch, and quicker than I could run. I feared it. (I think this dream mirrors some recent experiences with men, which I can't describe here. My readership is too familiar, and too large these days, I foresee a change coming soon.)

(2) I just read a moving story about a couple who parented a dead child. It was one of the most heart-breaking things I've ever read. The father and mother, who loved each other so much, had the most palpable need to give their love to this child, who died 4 days before its birth. It was an effective narrative, and I think that it touched me deeply, particularly because I have an unfulfilled need to love right now too. I will love someone, if only he lets me do so.....