This is pretty much how I feel about all of life today.

It started the instant I woke up in the middle of a dream that I had forehead cancer.  Seriously, FOREHEAD cancer, so the doctors euthanized me.  Really, what dream is complete with out euthanasia?  I had limited time before falling asleep forever to make several deathbed phone calls, which is just as horrifying as it sounds.   I was still shaken after being awake for an hour, so I attempted to forget the dream with Sex and the City DVDs (It’s an addiction, I must be stopped.) when my daily “eat the pill” reminder/horoscope text message was delivered to my phone. 

“Especially vivid dreams will come soon, ushering you into an exciting time of life.”

I better start having dreams about sex and cute boys, pronto.  The saying goodbye to family members and making my boys cry dreams are not the kind of exciting life I want.  Damn, my subconscious is fucked up.