As I was walking down the street today on my way to the bus stop, my neighbor pulls over in her van, rolls down the window and say, "I had a dream about you!"
In truth, my first thoughts were on making the bus, and I was not exactly in the mood to hear about it. "Oh yeah?" I said, resigned that I was going to hear about it. "Yes," she says, "and you were happy."
I smiled, thanked her, and thought to myself, oh my gosh, what a gift. That was the best news I had heard all day.
I was heading towards my high school teaching job, which was giving me more than my share of grief. It was good to know that at least somewhere, in someone's mind, I am happy.