Dreams and ashes

Some days are harder than others. Dave talked about triggers but they seem more like IEDs because I never see them coming. Today is a hard day because of last night's dreams: I've been thinking about ashes since Helen told me about picking them up. I don't want them to be stored at SMAA for some reason. I want them within reach. Totally irrational, but Helen and I talked about this and I think we share the emotion. Anyway, I suspect that because of the word, I dreamed about Ashes (the dog) last night, a complicated jumble like most dreams but leaving me with a strong deja vu today about finding Ashes in the back of the Hillman during the Easter egg hunt that year. What a funny name for a dog.