Dream, Nightmare... you decide, you interpret.

Okay. today is less about others and more about me. Time for me to be slightly selfish... okay a lot selfish.

In a haze, I wake up to find out the lottery ticket I bought won me $250,000.. now this was nice.. In my dream I paid off my bills, paid off most of Rachel's bills, then decided in the interest of brevity help my mom get some much needed repairs to her house. However, the next day at work, a few managers escorted me to a secluded office and a couple employees began a process of accusing me of embezzling money from the company and a trial was scheduled. No police, no arrest, no go to jail, no passing Go.

During this 'trial' one of the jurors sat there motionless and glared at me, I asked to speak with the judge and question the juror staring at me and it turns out he was a racist and thought that all white people needed to die. How he got past the selection process is beyond me. But it didnt end there. I end up getting into a fist fight with a friend cause I wouldnt loan him money, and someone burns down my moms house, and after the trial, the expense of the lawyer and everything my $250,000 ended up costing me a whopping $1mil.

God I hate dreams.