A Dream

Last night was the first time I recall a specific dream that had Adam in it.

I dreamt that Adam was construction boss on a massive reworking of my back yard. There were many workers, mostly from the cast of last year's YPT show, "Fiddler on the Roof, Jr." There were so many discarded take-out pizza boxes scattered around the back yard, ordered by all the various young, bearded-but-hungry Hasidim, that the Mayor of Davis (who looked like one of the YPT mothers) personally chastised us.

There was also a politically-correct modern dance troupe called the 'Dancing Divas of Davis' whirling away on-site. For some reason, they favored Starbucks, and there was a lot of discarded Starbucks paper cups as well. In fact, I think they called themselves 'Triple-D Cup.'

And all the digging in the back yard unearthed the ancient civilization of 'Folsom', and we listened raptly as various archaeologists presented their academic findings in Power Point presentations.

There was so much cultural activity underway, very little, if any, actual construction got done.