This coffee sucks.

I went to bed late last night. A little too late...

And I realized I wasn't asleep, but I was dreaming. I turned on my side to try and be more comfortable, didn't shut my eyes...and suddenly I was in another place...I was still looking at the wall in my room, but I was at this place that was like a mix of a hospital, Macworld, and a Toys 'R' Us. And I was in a wheel chair. I guess I broke my ankle...Sort of the same as how I sprained my ankle not too long ago...I was also thinking while looking at the wall how cool it would be to have a wheel chair for camera moves and stuff...

Eventually I end up at a sloped hallway...Reminds me of a hallway at San Francisco State or perhaps Berkeley High School...Someone I need to talk to is at the doorway at the opposite end of the hall. I figure it's a steep slope and going down it in the wheel chair will make me go pretty fast, but I risk it anyway and zoom down. As soon as I start moving I look down at my feet and I'm slipping down stairs much the same way I fell down them at Tom Xu's house. I get to the bottom and collapse on the floor, no more wheel chair. Suddenly I have crutches and I'm trying to prop myself back up...Some people see me and act frantic as if they were trying to help me...But I just keep trying to stand up using the crutches...

I look at the wall and move my eyes...I realize that I'm dreaming while awake...I get off of my side and lay down on my back...My heart is beating harder than normal...But not faster.

And maybe half an hour later, I get to sleep...

What does it mean, Dustin Hoffman?