Times gone by..

Dear REM sleep,
Please die.
K.

Dear Kam,
Fuck you. I give you meaningful dreams, you ignore them. I try to scare you into paying attention, and you hate me. I try to give you dreams of happiness, and you hate me more. What the fuck? You're never satisfied. See if I ever try to make you smile again.
REM.

Dear REM,
You're right, I'm sorry. I'm being wistful, and you're just not helping the situation because I shouldn't be wistful. It's the damn pessimism.
K.

Dear Kam,
Apology accepted. I know you're being pessimistic, and that's why I sent you that dream. Life changes; because one part of it is over doesn't mean there won't be something to replace it; that's what the dream was about.
REM.
P.S. - That other thing wasn't me. That was all you.

Yeah, me and my subconscious write each other letters all the time. It helps me keep in touch with myself.