life is but a dream

i just woke up from a dream in which i was told i have cancer and a month to live. was i pissed! "but i just got my books unpacked!", i whined.

i had to go around telling people. sometimes it was joyous, as when i quit my job. in the dream, i was back working at the wright, and my former boss started to dither (he was a very anxious guy) and try to plan the transition, and i said, "hello?! do you really think i care about *your* transition?"

heh.

telling jean was the hardest. a kaleidoscope of emotions on her face, but all she said was, "ah."

later in the dream we cracked each other up by listing the upside of the diagnosis.
me: "at least i won't have to wonder anymore what i'm going to die of."
jean: "at least it's not cancer. oh, wait."
me (convulsed with laughter): "at least now i know why i've been feeling so lousy."

i sure hope i'm not done doing whatever i'm here for, 'cause this party's just gettin' good.