This is a true story about a recent vivid, bizarre dream, and how it served as forewarning for an interesting evening last night.
MONDAY NIGHT’S DREAM: Jon and I were living in some type of adorable bungalow neighborhood, where everyone’s homes are old yet well-kept, and there is pitifully little front yard or spacing between windows of adjacent houses. In a surprising political maneuver, President Obama decided that the First Family should live in a completely average American ranch instead of the White House, and that particular average ranch happened to be NEXT DOOR to our own home! We were forced to allow roof-access for protective snipers, and I could literally see into Sasha’s room from our living room. It was difficult to imagine how they would keep it all secure, but a bold move nonetheless.
General theme: how the hell did we end up so close to such important people?
TUESDAY NIGHT’S DINNER: Jon and I made plans awhile ago to attend an indulgent Beer Dinner at Cambridge Common Restaurant, which featured ALL five beers available from Pretty Things Beer and Ale Project. The bike ride from school to Cambridge involved weaving through many cars and pedestrians from the Fenway area through Harvard Square, with commonly overheard phrases in the latter location including: “…secularizing Europe…”, “…clients are pure evil…”, etc. We settle in to our assigned seats in the center of a long table, and before long we realize that out of the 50-ish attendees, WE are seated immediately across from the only TWO MEMBERS of this entire brewing company. 50 fluid ounces and 4 scrumptious courses later, I can happily report that Dan and Martha are adorable beer entrepreneurs, with an interesting twist being that Martha is actually a full-time virologist who works on Pretty Things on the side. They even forgot their own camera and used our lil’ digi instead throughout the evening. I’ll be emailing them the shots. Whoa! You were warned that this would be nerdy.
General theme: see above.
- Disclaimer 1: after choosing this title, I googled it and found that TWO important adolescent tv series (SavedByTheBell&ThatsSoRaven) have also used it to title an episode (1990&2004, respectively). I am so in touch.
- Disclaimer 2: I realize that the dream and the dinner may not have been SO connected, and that retrospectively it’s possible to link any two events somehow. It’s possible that I dreamed about the Obama’s homestyle living because of a recent thought about Chicago/HydePark, or a recent back-to-school package I made for my 4th-grade-cousin who I think would be TOTAL besties with Malia Obama if given the chance.
Regardless, I’d like to believe that this was a psychic experience.
