Sunday, March 12, 2006
I had a dream last night. You know the kind. You're friends with Samuel L.Jackson, and Jackson is pissed off because he got fired from an acting gig for no particular reason that he can figure out, and you're upset and anxious and more than a little worried by the fact that you can't remember where you've been or what you've been doing for the past few weeks. There's a blank spot in your memory. Then the dream shifts, and you're meeting Steven Tyler of Aerosmith. You're happy. He looks happy. You wake up, thankful for the fact that you know who you are and where you are. The dream world fades away, replaced by sunshine through drapes, and Gatorade, the Blue Bolt kind, and a run waiting to be fulfilled.