Normally, few things are more tedious than people narrating their dreams, unless it is done very succinctly. However, I had two dreams in the same night a few nights ago that I thought worth sharing.

First I dreamed I was dying. My wife kept checking on me in the dream to see if I were still alive. Perhaps because I had seen "Benjamin Button" a week or so earlier, I felt much smaller than I normally am. It really wasn't a bad dream at all. It seemed very peaceful.

Eventually, I awakened and then went back to sleep again. A little later I dreamed I was wearing blue jeans with a sport coat. In contrast to the "dying" dream, this was very upsetting to me. In the dream, I kept thinking, "Why I am wearing blue jeans? I don't even like blue jeans. I didn't think I had any blue jeans. This is a look Cruiser likes! This is so humiliating!"

I suppose it is very iGent of me to find the prospect of my inevitable demise much less daunting and more peaceful that the possibility of my wearing jeans!