This posting will have no point so go ahead and skip it.
I had a strange dream last night. Most nights I don't remember my dreams. In this one I was a criminal. I didn't kill anyone, just a bank robber. I guess my plan wasn't thought out. I got in my getaway car...a truck of some sort but in every direction, I was trapped or blocked in. I kept driving this way for a while and I figured I had two choices. Do something irrational and desperate such as killing someone or simply giving up. I woke up without making any decision. Normally my indecision would bother me, (I hate indecision, it just seems so weak) but my feelings of frustration were stronger. I need a drink.
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