You are keeping a dream journal rather then a diary. You jot down a dream you had where you are bowling a terrible game. Gutter balls, hitting only one pin down per throw. Getting worked up and angry about it. Then Brendon Simpson walks by in a scuba diver's outfit and tells you to calm down. Slack, he says and the word melts in your mind like butter. But sadly the phone rings jarring you out of this dream before you use you new found advise on your next round.