Dear Diary, or whatever passes for it these days:

I'm currently sitting in a park. It's a lovely spring day, with a gentle breeze. The birds are chirping, the air smells clean, and there are some kids playing. It's peaceful. Perhaps it's too peaceful.

I feel like I'm supposed to disturb that peace, perhaps by blowing something up, or setting the grass on fire. I feel like, if I don't do this, everything will remain unbalanced.
Is this normal?

Written by me on this very keyboard in a #WeirdDream