sometimes, dreaming sucks

i had the... most... awful... dream last night.

i dreamt i had inoperable brain cancer. here's the kicker - it was one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming, but you think you might be dreaming about something that may have happened the day before. so you're all wrapped up in this infinitely mirrored hallway of fiction reflecting back on reality, with questions floating underneath it all - is the dream real; is it partially real; has my dream simply been influenced by something i've seen or read; am i seeing the future in a dream - do i even believe in that?

i woke up completely scared and freaked out. not a good night of sleep at all.

in this case, i think my dream may have indeed been influenced by the movie we watched last night - million dollar baby. pretty good, but i don't know why there was such a tremendous amount of hype about this thing. maybe it's just because a decent movie comes out of hollywood so infrequently these days that critics just go nuts.

anyway, without giving away the ending too obviously, the resolution is pretty desperate, and i think that reflected itself in my gray matter.

having had such a sad and shitty dream, i just wanted to take this opportunity to tell my friends and family i love you all very much.

maybe tonight i'll dream about big pants playing the bonnaroo festival sometime soon.