So I had a dream last night (more appropriately, "early this morning") that I was covering the Oscars. That's not unexpected. I did, after all, cover the Oscars last month. What was odder than that? I was nominated for an Oscar. What was odder than that? I was nominated for an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor. Now, I knew I wasn't going to win and I knew that it was plenty absurd for me to be nominated. But who won the Oscar I was nominated for? That would be legendary Cowboys receiver and "Best Damn Sports Show Period" contributor Michael Irvin.
There was a period back when I was much much younger that I used to believe (or fear) that my dreams could predict the future.
Strangely, I don't feel that way anymore.
Just thought I'd share.