Only a few know about my dreaming.

 I spent the entire dream state last night dreaming of discovering a piece of fishing line in my mouth. I filled it out to get it out. It continued until I hooked an actual fishing pole to it. I realized and reeled with no end. Then I got help, and we learned. We even tied it to a car number and drove it away. Hundreds of miles with no end of the line but hundreds of feet and many pounds of line. I woke several times with no end in sight. When I finally woke up for the day, I never got to the end. My teeth hurt, and my hands were tired. This was a far cry from two nights earlier when I went to four levels of hell. One was dead kids in the 4 to 10 range. All wrapped up in blankets. The babies and infants and inbetweeners. All in all I had four levels of dead kids.