bad dreams

what a terrible dream. what’s strange is that i have no idea what sparked it. i played soccer around 8pm…came home, watched some EPL. then when my wife got home, we watched Lost. but that’s it! i woke up with such a terrible feeling in my stomach and couldn’t shake it. i lay in bed, staring at my wife and hoping that what happened in my dream would never really happen. dragged myself out of bed, and to the shower. only once i had successfully reached Starbucks did i finally shake my bad feeling (thank you, Grande coffee). i guess it makes you appreciate what you’ve got. but i sure wish it could be done in a different way. waking up with a feeling of utter destruction and depression — not a good way to start your day.