Die Hard on my mind

I've been having these horrible dreams lately.

Don't want to sleep.

Get really tired.

But still don't wanna sleep.

They're dreams where Ass-Bag shoots me and kills me and my wife. Just last night it was a dream about my 13 year old being shot by drug dealers after he had followed me to my undercover-sting-operation-gone-bad.

I have this really great dream book that my wife got for me because I kept checking it out of the library. It's pretty good at helping you decipher your dreams. It's helped me quite a bit. But I don't think there's much to interpret about these dreams. No hidden meaning or signs. Just shitty dreams where the people I love get shot because they know me. And I get shot because I know me. And really horrible people end up winning.

That's pretty crap. Thinking that the horrible people end up winning. I guess sometimes they do. You know, now that I think about it, I guess most times they do. That's why we love movies where the good guy wins, because most of our days are spent watching the bad guys win. Bad bosses. Unfaithful wives. Mean people. Damaging Fathers. Kids that won't stop crying because they've trained their parents to give them attention when they do. It's nice to escape that bucket of shit and watch somebody win. Somebody good. Like John McClain. He didn't think his wife's job was going to turn into a great career for her, so he let her go, and when she didn't come back, he felt like he made a mistake and went to talk with her about it at her job in the almost-completed Nakatomi Plaza in California. Little did he know that Hans Gruber was on his way to steal 346 million dollars in bearer bonds from the Nakatomi Plaza safe, and what was supposed to be a reconciliation trip turns into a date with disaster where nobody but his wife believes that he's doing something good. And in the end, John defeats the bad guys, gets the cops to believe that he's a good cop, and gets his wife to realize that he's a man of character.

In real life, John would have told his wife that her job wasn't worth moving the family from New York to California, she would've disagreed, he would've stayed, she would've moved, and Hans Gruber would have taken the 346 million dollars in bearer bonds as John tried to pick up a 22 year old in a bar who didn't look anything like his wife and, therefore, would make her extremely jealous when she found out he was nailing this almost-underage co-ed.

That story is boring. I like the one where Hans Gruber falls to his death at the end. It's funner. Yup. Funner. And the people are better. The good guys are gooder. The bad guys are badder. It makes life more interesting. More worth living.

I'm gonna try to be a good guy forever. Hell, I might even try for a super hero. Why settle for becoming John McClain when you could be Wolverine? I mean, *if* it's possible, why not try for it, right? And how do we know if it's possible unless we try for it? Unless I try for it. They told the Wright Brothers that humans couldn't fly. And then the Wright Brothers said, "Oh yeah? Watch."

Oh yeah? Watch.