perfidy

The only detail I remember from that night's dream was watching CNN. Tells you what kind of hair-raising shenanigans I was up to in my unconscious that Saturday night, when friggin' CNN was the most memorable piece of it.

The dream basically ended with me reading CNN's ticker. The last item I saw said something along the lines of, "Fans shocked by Howard Stern's apparent suicide". I had just enough time to be surprised and puzzled by this news before I woke up and realized it hadn't really happened.

The next day, Sunday, a friend was over. As we were enjoying potent coffee and putting a dent in my son's absurdly oversized birthday cake from the day before, we were talking about the usual topics- military policy, foreign policy, non-fiction books we were reading, politics, and chicks- and CNN was on in the room. I happened to be looking at the tv when I saw the words "Howard Stern..." start to creep across the screen on the ticker, and I about fell out of my chair.

Holy shit!, I thought, did he really kill himself? Did Howard really kill himself?! And I frakking dreamed about it just a few hours before?! I'm a psychic! A precog! And how do I parlay this into a payday?

And then the rest of it came over "...weds his girlfriend in NYC".

Ah.

Well, suicide after a fashion, I suppose.

I gave myself half-credit and a little more cake.