You can cheat death, but how about destiny?

I went to see The Incredible Hulk with my cousin last night. We went to see the first one a few years ago, so we figured we could face it again. This one was SOOOO much better. Omigosh. SO much better. And Lou Ferrigno had a cameo. I squealed. I'm a dork. I'm also squeamish about needles so there were several scenes I had to look at the ceiling for.

I had another weird dream last night. I didn't kill anybody, but I was walking in the dark with four older women. They were asking me about my boyfriend (in the dream, I had one) and wondering how romantic it could be to be with someone I had known since we were both babies. They wanted to know how I was ever going to meet my One True Love if I was hiding in a safe, passionless relationship with someone who would always be Just A Friend. And I said something weird enough that I remembered it when I woke up. I said. "It feels like I'm cheating on my destiny with my gay brother." The ladies didn't get to impart any wisdom after that remark because one of them spotted some 'creepy white guys', and we all ran. I don't think there's much need for interpretation on that one.