So, during one of my afternoon naps I dreamed that people were jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. I was hanging from some kind of rope and I wanted to let go and maybe die. But then I didn't have the courage to release it. I just remember falling into the water and then coming out to the surface; somehow I got the feeling that I "chose" not to die. There were cops handing out towels to the other people that had decided to survive. I actually don't remember seeing anyone dying...maybe they just jumped into the water and came out quickly.

Then, when I was working, this person that I have seen walk by and that I kinda have a crush on, came in and ordered something. Uhmmm.....I almost died.

Coincidence? A Signal? Hope? Who Knows...