dream about bob dylan

...so i had a dream last night. in it i'm my younger self, maybe around 18 or 19. and in my dream, bob dylan lives in my attic. not only that, but in this dream, bob dylan is my dad. he also has a friend named pete who speaks with a cockney accent who's always hanging around him. so anyhoo, also in my dream, dylan (a.k.a. 'dad') is NOT the huge success he has turned out to be in real life. in fact, he spends most of his time in the attic sulking about the music industry, with his friend pete trying to cheer him up. he looks much younger than he does now, and he is definitely sans moustache.

this wasn't a long dream, but at one point, i find myself in a church, and there are people i know from my old church at the evanston vineyard, and then someone gets up and starts talking about what they believe as fundamentalist christians (note: evanston vineyard is NOT a fundamentalist church) and i feel like i'm in nazi germany. then i storm home, stomp up to the attic, and i say to my dad (bob dylan), 'dad! you know what? i like god. i like jesus. i like the holy spirit. but i CAN'T STAND THE CHURCH!!!!!' and i seek comfort from him as his intellectually, spirutally, and emotionally wounded child, but i don't really find any that i can remember. he just gives me this look like, 'uh, okay, and what do you want me to do about it?'

and that's it. what a wacko dream. happy birthday to me, i guess.

in other news, i celebrated my birthday today by taking a statistics exam as part of the certification program i'm in for work. i am happy to report that i somehow aced the exam. or at least i think i did. i either aced it or i have deluded myself into thinking that i aced it.

anyhoo.