palace of winds

Last night I had a sort of freaky dream and I woke in a panic. I wish I could remember it all. I was watching a movie made from a boy’s life. He was battling depression, I think, and it followed him through these different stages of his illness and then “recovery”, and culminated with him having a huge fight with his parents and then running out into the snow. He came to an icy river and threw himself in, and then I watched him freeze/drown to death. I cannot fathom why his parents didn’t go after him, but they didn’t. And I remember remarking on how the parts of the movie fit so well together, how his stages of recovery mirrored the stages of his illness, and how his death seemed somehow appropriate. It was a good movie, I guess.