Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was walking by a house in an expensive-looking neighborhood, and one man out of many people in uniform who were standing in front of the house came up to me and asked if I was Travis.  I said I was, and he somberly told me that he was sorry, but Jason was dead.  He had been shot, and was the tenth person that day to have been killed by an unknown attacker.  My first reaction was disbelief, possibly partially because I had no idea why Jason would have been at this house that I'd never seen before.  As it all started to sink in, another one of the people standing in front of the house yelled something unintelligible to the man talking to me.  He then apologized and explained that he meant to say that James was dead, not Jason.  Did I know a James?

I think the man talking to me may have been based on the doctor from Arrested Development.  I don't remember what he looked like, but I was thinking about that character the day before.  (It's not the same joke, as the doctor in that show always gives factually accurate but misleading information, whereas this was simply wrong.)

As it turns out, even in a dream, hearing that someone you care about is dead only to find out seconds later that they are not is very upsetting.

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