I awaken crying those gut wrenching sad tears. You know the ones, the great big crocodile variety. As I wipe them away from my face with the back of my hand, I think moments into the past...trying to piece back together what dream had inspired such deep and painful sorrow. Oh yeah, it went something like this.

I decided to create an elaborate surprise party for a friend. A friend who hadn't had a birthday party of any sort in many years, much less a surprise party. What a great thing I was doing!!! A dream maker of sorts, a fulfiller of birthday party fantasies. Spreader of joy. Boy was I feeling great about myself. Anyway, the party went off without a hitch. A great time was had by all, the surprise was a true surprise and I sat back and revelled in the joy I had created. Well, that was right up until my sister stole my thunder. Taking full credit for the entire affair. I tried to explain that she was a thunder stealing-liar. That I had planned the party. That I had worked really hard. That I had organized all of this. But, alas, nobody believed me. I was heartbroken. And I do mean heartbroken.

I realize this is a bit of emotional overkill, but there must be some symbolism here that I'm not catching. After crying for another 15 minutes or so, I dozed back off to sleep and thankfully remember nothing more with regard to dreams for the evening.