What Dreams May Come

I've been asking myself lately what my dreams are. There's the trite and typical stuff: be a rock star, hang out with the OCC crew, build a cool house with a bazillion-level deck and a heated pool... you know, anything involving gratuitous amounts of attention and/or money.

But really, when I think all the way to the very end of things, what I want more than anything is to be lying on my deathbed looking up at my beautiful grown-up children. Just as I slip quietly into the night, I want to gasp my final words to them, "I love you all more than you could ever know. And, damn, was life fun!" And in this dream, nobody cries. Instead, they smile because they know I was right.

I will get there. Just you watch.