Last night I went to bed slightly inebriated, not only on vodka, but also on life, and my own weariness. As I nodded off I felt dissatisfied with life, in general. Just one of those overall, "what the hell?" moments. I was restless all night and sometime in the early morning hours i had the strangest dream. In my dream I awoke in my room and a faint light was pouring in through my window and there was a girl standing in front of the light. I felt I knew her and the more I looked at her I realized she was me, (kind of). She was a more peaceful, balanced, content version of me. She looked at me, smiled and pointed with her left index finger to the palm of her right hand. The she asked, "What is your crisis?" And then in a flash I woke up. The first thing that caught my eye as I woke up was a Mary statue I have on my dresser, I have had it as long as I can remember. It has survived many moves and storage stays. It is Mary with her palms out stretched, as if she is getting ready to embrace someone. And I realized the girl in my dream was positioned in a very Catholic-art-esque way. She was pointing at her palm in a similar way as art depicting a crucified Christ pointing at the scars on his palms. As long as I can remember I have gravitated towards this kind of religious art, I think it somehow reminds me of my father. "What is your crisis?" Such a weighted question.