To Hell with this American Dream...
This morning, I jolted awake from a terrible dream. You know how nightmares seem less severe as the day goes by until finally it really wasn't as scary as you saw it while trapped under closed eyes? This dream didn't subside as expected. It continued to replay as I brushed my teeth in the morning. I saw it again as I had my morning snack of apples and almonds. Again at lunch. Over and over again during my breaks to get more tea or use the restroom. It bothered me. I'm not the type of person to see EVERY dream as a capsule for revelation. I honestly get annoyed with people who get wide eyed at every strange dream I present to them as they fumble with what it could mean. What it could imply. I just sit there, arms crossed, not failing to roll my eyes a few times before saying in a half sarcastic ...wholly sarcastic, "it was just a dream that I had facial hair." I'm not implying that that this dream meant anything either, but it definitely served...