another dream mr. smith?

heading off to dreamland last night after the academy awards was as simple as any other night...except in the quiet hours of r.e.m. sleep i dreamed i was strangling george clooney...i do not have an opinion of george, he is just another smiling face in hollywood as far as i am concerned...but in the dream i could feel every aspect of the strangulation...i could feel my hands growing tighter and tighter upon his neck, and the crushing of his larynx...the gasping and subtle destruction of his life was of no interest...and i felt nothing emotionally...it was simply an action and his was a reaction...i left him for dead and the dream continued without incident until i tried to dispose of the body and saw him comically running and jumping into a lake in the back of the house with a dog...a golden retriever i believe...and swimming for his life...it was hysterical...i guess even in my most maniacal dreams i am incapable of murder (only attempted murder)...i awoke with one sliver of sun conveniently placed on my eyes...the one inch the shade would not catch...and it struck me, woke me, annoyed me...i sat up and put on a chain with the virgin mary on it...i was rummaging through my grandparents' old house this weekend and found it...it was my grandfather's and since he was gone goodbye i figured he would not mind me taking it and wearing it...although i am no believer in organized religion, especially the biggies...i have always loved the virgin mary...i do not believe the virgin part, but it has been a couple thousand years so i am willing to let the myth slide...i guess all i am trying to say is that if you can't trust mary, who can you trust...so i like her and that is that...just another good soul, traveling in the moonlight, giving birth in a stable...like most of us, she didn't ask for any of it...it was what it is...