Cogito Ergo

It used to be a big fear of mine that I would reach my (gulp) mid-thirties and not have any of my dreams come true.   Now, at 33, I can honestly say that nightmare has all but come true but you know what, it ain’t so bad and here’s why. 1.)       I’m still pretty hot.   I know that’s pretty vain to say but I feel better about my looks and body now than I ever have.   Sure, there are moles and scratches and dents that I don’t even know where they came from but the overall package is still holding up pretty nice.   It could be that I’ve just learned to accept what I got and run with it but as long as it looks good to me, whats really the difference? 2.) I have a beautiful family: Now, that being said, everyone with a spouse and a kid feels like running away to Brazil, never to be seen again.   But most of us don’t do that; mainly because families are pretty awesome when they’re not getting on your nerves.   My baby gi

So I have a couple of recurring dreams.   The first one is fairly harmless.   I get it when I clench my teeth at night.   Consequently, I dream that all my teeth are falling out.   I’ve had it so many times that I often realize that I’m dreaming within the dream.   I never do anything cool once I realize that I’m dreaming.   Naked Halle and naked Mariah never show up and seduce me or something cool like that.   I just sort of gum around and spit blood until the ride is over. Now, there’s another dream that I keep having that is even worse than the feeling of having to spit all my teeth into the sink.   I keep having this dream where I fuck up… really, REALLY fuck up.   You see, I keep having this dream where I commit murder.   Funny enough, the actual murder is never anything special.   Half the time, I pop in to the dream and the murder is already over.   I get in to the dream at the really bad part.   I’m either running from the cops, in custody or sitting around with the real