So, my last dream of the night was just awful. I dont mean the "naked in class" type. I mean an "everything that could go wrong in life" types. The ending had me walking down an empty street, wearing a dirty tuxedo, and holding wilted roses. Gee, Thanks subconscious! You turned an important moment of self-doubt in dream form into a late 80's video music cliche!
You owe me one now subconscious.... Tonight, I better be rocking on stage with my Adidas and massive gold chains!