020 – Our last day

Glendal O. Morridge declared: "Alternate realities give us hope."

And it was so.

What do you call a suicide without a body? In some of these happening, said recipient of self-inflicted pain never experienced death. They were whisked away, rather practically, to a new life, a new world. Where their social anxiety and lonerism was made redundant by the addition of a family. Fake at first, but when emotions tell you, "This is my life and I find it fulfilling and with purpose," isn't that a reality worth living for?

(Morridge Porridge Empire thinks so.)

Psychological profiling matched these lost souls together. Despondent parents grieving over the untimely loss of a child, juggling the idea to adopt but never acting on it, would thus be placed with young ones to love and care for. And these young ones who had been bullied on schoolgrounds (now so far away) or neglected by their genetic own would now find a beloved, beautiful parental path. Pets? The Morridges have that covered too, abducting abused cats and dogs, bringing them a'here in dwellings from white picket fences from subterranean caves. A utopia it was not; merely the extension of practical love.

Maybe after your own life's dreams find themselves at the end of their opuses – you need something motivational, inspirational to continue on as a seed in a fresh slate, a person you've raised to squeeze life like a big juicy watermelon, as you've. Then you can fade into that wild sunset, surrounded by those who you love, who love you.

Tagged as: *Dream Journal*