Okay, I’ll admit it. I had a dream about a celebrity. Many people are obsessed with this person, who is extremely talented, attractive, hilarious, and successful. I would like to think that I am above harboring such obsession. But I guess I am not. Yes. I had a dream about Tina Fey. I dreamed that she unloaded my dishwasher.
I don’t know whether to be more embarrassed by having the dream itself, or by the fact that it was one of the best dreams I have ever had. True, this dream was no match for the one I had a few years ago, where I dreamed that I was Aretha Franklin singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T to a sold out audience (the best) or the one I had in middle school when I dreamed that John Burstein and his best friend Sean both took me to the movies (the silver medal winner). But I have a feeling that the formidable Ms. Fey would be happy to come in third place for a change. She is such a winner these days. Plus, if she had ever ridden the bus with John Burstein, she would totally understand.
Try as I might, I have never been able to re-dream any of these top dreams which, heretofore, I figured was the best way to access these experiences again.
So, you can imagine how happy I am to report, that this Tuesday, the Tina Fey dream came true!! And what I mean by that is, I got a surprise visit from two of my best girl friends. They don’t know each other and they both were passing through town for different reasons but they share certain characteristics: they are smart, kind, witty, and able to sort silverware with aplomb.
Don’t think I don’t understand the utter lameness dreaming about a celebrity (please, that “L” to the forehead thing was inspired by yours truly) but in retrospect I realize that this dream wasn’t really about a celebrity at all. After the spending the afternoon with people to whom I am so close even though they both live so far away, I realized that the Tina Fey dream was really about how much I missed all my close friends, many of whom now seem so inaccessible. My close friends live all over the world from Spain, to California, to Hong Kong. And even though some of them live within a few miles from me, we are at a stage in our lives where we can’t just hang out in the dining hall all day.
I am happy to have so many very close friends. I heard a saying once, that a lucky man has two close friends and an even luckier man has only one. I am calling cow-pie on that one. I have several very close friends and they are all indescribably great.
How I miss them! They are all so different from each other but I can tell you with certainty that they each make me laugh and they each would unload my dishwasher without being asked.
These are the people I can _ _ _ _ in front of and I never _ _ _ _, especially now that I am married to a husband who, despite his slovenly tendencies, can’t bear to utter that word, let alone engage in that bodily function in front of me. This new state of things seems normal, as does my acquired aversion for the word itself, which as any 8th grade student of French can tell you has nothing to do with wax you might put on your skis, but, well, if you ever were an 8th grader in Colorado you might just have to laugh uncontrollably well through high school whenever you think about getting old Madame Harper to help you translate how you spent your spring vacation when you skied so much you had to “farte” your skis every afternoon.
I was so refreshed by their visit, which I am pleased to report, involved a lot of laughing but no Shrek-type humor. We talked. We “caught up.” We drank some wine. And my friends did, incidentally, help me unload the dishwasher. What’s more, my kids let us be, channelling some inner calm they seldom exhibit, especially while grown-ups are talking to each other. In short, it was the best kind of dream: the one that can and does come true sometimes.
That said, if the fabulous Tina ever wants to help me with the dishes, she’s welcome to. And I promise not to wax my skis in front of her.