Times like these...

When I'm especially stressed and it leaks... I dream about not being able to play the clarinet (or bass clarinet, or both). I've had two of these in the past two nights.

They're awful, I wake up. Afterwards I can't fall back to sleep or shake the feeling that something was taken from me or, possibly worse, lost.

I mention this here because putting this into the world (in whatever bloggy, tragic way I am) helps me realize they were just dreams, or stress.

So, any other tellingly recurring stress dreams out there? I can't be the only one. Please don't say naked in high school -- it's been done, and anyway you're probably just a latent exhibitionist.

Two Observations

‘The Spirit of Strom Thurmond’ is the wrong plane to send on a diplomatic mission to majority non-white countries.

I envision the following dialogue:
Point: “But Strom Thurmond was a segregationist. He hated black people, not people from the Middle East.”
Counterpoint: “Wow, you guys suck at diplomacy something awful, don’t you?”

Al Gore should not run for president because he’s fat.

And he’s not even that fat. However, since the man won an Oscar, all I’ve heard is how fat he is. Global warming would be more on point, considering the win, but no. Al Gore’s fat, a fatty, cummerbund popping lardo, etc. Just the one thing, similar to when the one thing was that he exaggerates, and nobody could get away from that single descriptor. As long as media can fixate on only one thing about Gore, and as long as that thing isn’t the at least equally accurate technologically savvy, scientifically literate forward thinker who believes in cooperative solutions to large-scale problems, he’ll do more good outside of presidential politics.