I went to a LensCrafters-type place in the mall, looking for new glasses because I desperately need a new pair. I had to speak with someone about my insurance because it only covers enough for an eye exam or frames but not both. I was explaining my situation to the girl at the desk and eventually decided I would come back when my insurance situation was settled and I had enough money to take care of everything.

That was a dream.

I’ve never been more disappointed in my subconscious in my life. I should be dreaming about having infinite pairs of glasses, or not needing glasses, or flying around shooting laser beams from my magical eyes! Not mundane reality crap!

Subconscious, this is your warning. Step it up with the dreams. Less reality, more awesomeness! (Also, no more dreams about trying to score with hot chicks. Just let me f*ck ‘em already! Give a guy a break!)