In the dream, I woke up from a 3 year coma. I have no idea why I was in a coma, but it was probably due to the overly aggressive driving for which J is always chiding me. Everything in the post-coma world sucked: J was with someone else, Booch had gone to live with my sister, I had lost my job, and (worst of all) Bush was still president. I wandered around a lot and tried to find some sliver of normalcy, but everything was irreparably broken.
I'm going with the theory that I was taking my wonderful life for granted. I feel like the convenience store clerk in 'Fight Club' who Tyler Durden threatens and pardons -- everything is a little sweeter today because I've been faced with a little perspective.
I love you all.