It all began with a dream. No, seriously it did. That first sentence there was not meant for deep metaphorical feeling, but if it helps then so be it.

For the past few days I have been living on the NyQuil, nasal decongestant, and orange juice diet.

Yes, it is that dreaded time when the worst of minor illnesses falls upon the people of my "hood." I suffer from the sinus infection with a small detection of a cold sniffling about. Imagine me going back to school with being all sniffle and without my usual high pitch voice. Utter silence- cherish the moment while it still lasts.

While sedated under cherry flavored cough syrup I began to drift off into sleep as warned prescribed by the makes of Night Time Cough & Cold Relief syrup. This is when the dream took place which then lead to IT, but let's not get ahead of ourselves to find out what IT is just quite yet.

The dream started with a hand. Who's hand? Now, that I am not even five percent sure on since I do not spend my time staring at the physical features of people's hands-that my dear people is too weird. So instead I just stare at their faces instead. This hand hand no distinct features. But may I say that hand had very clean finger nails.