The weird thing about dreams...

Had an odd one last night.

Was competing in a long-time race (one of those weeks-long type things). The prize was $1 million, but you had to carry it over the finish line. The money was kept in a brown briefcase. On the last morning, while the other contestants bickered and argued, I quickly snatched the briefcase, zipped through an obstacle and raced for the finish, pushing and fighting off the other contenders -- one of whom was a man with only one arm.

I make to the finish... barely. I collapse. The briefcase is opened. Inside is white linen. The money was replaced the night before by most of the team, who tucked it away elsewhere and didn't tell me. I laugh to show I'm a good sport, but inside I think, "Fuuuuuck!" Fortunately, they had all decided to share the money anyway -- though I get significantly less than the conspirators.

Did I mention this all takes place underwater?

But on to today.

Just now, found out my little temporary gig that I've been doing for the last two and a half months is ending after Wednesday.

And once again, my briefcase is empty. I'm at the finish line.

Time to start I new race, I guess.