it's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

the cell phone i have was slowly crapping out on me - the buttons won't work sometimes and most of the time when someone calls me, they can hear me but i can't hear them.
if it wasn't for predictive text, i wouldn't even be able to send email/txt msgs.
and lord knows how much i like to check my email and send txt msgs in class.
heh...

so - i got one of these today and i'm already not so sure i like it.
at all.
and, of course, my signal is no better at home than it was with the halfass phone.

i thought it was cool that i got out of class early, too. it was looking like a good start to the weekend, you know?
i hate that my teacher is sick and wasn't feeling good at all but she let us go early and that's all that mattered to me.

i get on the interstate to come home. the sun roof open, the music probably a bit too loud, but what the hell. it's friday and all...
traffic moving along at a good clip and everyone seemed like they were paying attention and driving like they should rather than a sea of old folks forgetting how to drive on a sunny day.
in the fast lane following a big white trailer, i noticed that the redneck in the big truck behind me didn't seem like he was paying attention at all. he would pop up in both of my side mirrors as he went from the left to right in the lane. i kept thinking that the good ole'boy might have had a bit too many brews at lunch or something.
cue the music.
traffic began to slow as i eased into the junction of another interstate, the sun roof still open and the wind blowing in, the lyrics of the song running through my mind and the next thing i know, i'm in the ass end of the big white trailer with a jacked up 4x4 dodge up my ass.

yes. i'm okay and my car - well... it will be okay.

my new phone shorted out my cigarette lighter but even that is okay.

and after the cops came and figured out that the dumbass redneck was fucked up "on something chemical" (yo'momma's on crack rock) and swiftly handcuffed him, it dawned on me.

that was my dream.

well, sort of.

in my dream, we crashed into the cement wall while going under an overpass on a highway. but the bright light (the white trailer?) and the loud music (not the song in the dream but similarly significant?)...

and the kicker?

in my dream, my friend was sitting next to me holding my hand.

today, i had a matted picture of him in the front seat i was taking to get framed.

there is a part of me that almost wishes that would have been it for me, that i would have gone out in a blaze of glory and that my dream a few days ago was that significant (ominous?). that i would have walked into the light and he would have been there waiting on me.

or maybe i am really starting to lose my mind.

i just don't know anymore.