Say Thank You For Me

I had a dream that I was being given an Oscar-type award last night. The whole nine yards: in a tux, red carpet, pre interviews, stars galore. I was up for some writing award like screenplay. I was not expecting to win in the dream, just happy to be there sort of thing. But I did win. I was shocked. My knees were shaking as I went past screen stars to get on stage. I was handed the award by none other than Matt Damon. I looked out at a huge audience and that is when it all hit me: the fighting, the alcoholism, the poverty, the dirty and torn clothes, the fleas, the inferiority, the paranoia, the basement with water and mildew and roots coming in from the walls, the sickness, the cirrhosis, the lack of respect, the prejudice, the surgery, the taunts, the late onset of puberty, the overall feeling small. And I couldn’t get a word out. I was trying but I got so choked up I knew that if a word was to slip I would sob uncontrollably…in front of them. I tried again but I knew again. They were waiting and it became uncomfortable in seconds. I motioned to Matt Damon to come over to me. I gathered everything I could and whispered to him through tears and choking “say thank you for me.”
So Matt Damon proceeds to the microphone and says “thank you for me.”
I burst out laughing and it all leaves my shoulders. The weight of the world…gone.
Best non-nocturnal emission dream I’ve ever had.