Suicide in My Dream

Last night, I had a strange dreams. Not that it's the first. But it's definitely the weirdest one.

I was with my friend in a jeep, who later took me to this nice-looking hillside garden.... where people commit suicide. I can see a bunch of people trying to hang themselves from the tree and some attempting to jump off the cliffs. What was worse... they had their friends with them, not to kill themselves along but to basically give support and strength for them to finish what they came there for.

Psychoo!!

Death is not a funny thing. But it is so morbid I do find it funny. Now I dream about it. Not death but suicide, which is somehow related to death. Damn.

To make things more non-morbid, [it is 8 in the morning when I'm writing this], let's have some David Gandy  to cheer things up... and my life.