divine angst

You would figure I’d have dreams of victory after completing the monster last night. And I guess I kind of did. Except my brain sucks at victory, apparently.

Here’s the skinny. I dreamed all the Supreme Court justices–all of them!*–came to somewhere I was. Like my school, maybe, or a conference I was attending? That wasn’t clear. So they were all there, hanging out, and someone suggested they preside over a moot court. Okee-dokee. Except that suddenly, I had volunteered to do one of the arguments. From scratch. Working off an outline of something that didn’t make sense.

Now, you’d think if my brain gave me this setup on a night that is supposed to be full of victorious dreams, I’d knock it out of the park, right? Eh, not so much. Oh, I guess I did better (in my dream) than my partner. Who wasn’t a student but a real, live boy attorney. But I still wandered around in my dream afterwards thinking, gosh, I wish I had knocked it out of the park.

Sigh. Stupid brain.

*OK, Stevens wasn’t there. I guess my brain is worried for his health, so left him home.