Thin line between fantasy and ...
Today I had one of those dreams that are common to me where I anger too many people in one week and begin to get posses and gangs to search after me. In the end I have one true group of loyal friends, a reliable girl, and in this odd case a super hero who was somewhat of a mix between The Beast and a Mogwai. Either way, there's the "Tell your friend that if we seem him around here, he'll be leaving in a body bag" kinda dialogue and now that I am awake I am hyper-aware and a little on edge because I brought a little of the dream out with me! In a way, I love the idea of having such an interesting life where I could get into a fight at any time, giving and getting support to/from a good woman, grouping with my loyal gang who will always be there for me (we won't mention Super Gizmo the Mutant). It is, however, a less attractive prospect to think that the excitement would be accompanied by such edginess. I mean, I'm a black man, so I'm paranoid enough! I'll prolly calm down by 12:00p.