Last night, I had one of the worst nightmares imaginable. Now, I know what you're thinking. "Go ahead and tell me in excruciating detail about something that didn't actually happen." Because that's what dreams are. And I normally hate it when people share them. In the great scheme of things, they don't really matter at all.
However, this dream got me thinking pretty hardcore.
A few months ago, my good buddy's father passed away. This sucks a lot. His dad was a pretty cool dude. And to make it even worse, the funeral was scheduled for my buddy's birthday. In my dream, I had magically gotten the ability to go back in time. Now, because dreams are particularly logical, there was no such thing as chaos theory or anything like that.
I think the most depressing thing is that even in my superpower fantasies, I am still incredibly awkward and tactless.