two nights ago, in between the moment when katie leaves for work and my alarm rips me awake (i have anywhere between 15 and 30 minutes of intense, passionate sleep), i had a dream.

in the dream, i was jeff daniels (circa escanaba in da moonlight). i had just finished riding my bike over a large hill in the adirondacks, and had been struck by a speeding ambulance. writhing and whirling on the pavement (with the majority of my skull caved in), i remember wondering how my bike had fared, while gawkers and paramedics alike stood in impotent worry around what was left of my brainandblood, pouring into the gutter. i leapt to my feet (to the astonishment of the crowd that had gathered), and stumbled in a circle, as a doctor told me i'd probably never walk again, and that i most likely would die soon. i remember feeling the pressure of a question that needed to be asked before time ran out, and as i opened my mouth, i awoke.

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