Inscrutable dreams

Sometimes when I wake up from a dream, still half-awake, I stagger over to the computer and write it down. And sometimes they turn out looking something like this:

dream where whife (actually husband (dies of heart attack) and husband is trying to find way to bring her back, which translates to attaching files, but he seems to find a way by going into the root directories that no one goes about so then there are two of thme a while, and at the point where he's supposed to die, he goes off on break to rest, but then he dies anyway, of "normalcy"--was it predestination? So now there's still a guy left, though, albeit the other one. This might all be a this american life story.

Guh?