The scene opens with an overhead shot of you lurching up in bed with eyes bulging like you've just seen Joey Chestnut's poop.

The shocking thing isn't a bad dream or even a bad trip caused by the realization that your kid's kids are strangers and that is all on you. What are you going to do about it? Probably more of the same - waiting for a Go card. The conflicts are still present and the options stay blocked by the perceived intransigence of a virtuous antagonist with a heart of half gold who devoutly protects his family like a good man should and my take that no progeny should have to wonder about their ancestors pales by comparison.

So this creature nestles up to me, her face is inches from mine and my fingers stroking her platinum colored mane triggers the thoughts of vicarious grandfathering. This is the reality that comes with emotion-based decisions that were so right but lacking the wiggle room to have it both ways.

Body bawling let's you know that simply picking up the pace of physical exercise isn't all positive. The resurrection will require finesse and accomplishment for results that crush the detraction. Sweet dreams.