part two in an erratic offseason of blogging
Last night I dreamed that the Vikings won the Super Bowl. I'll skip details (it was a little weird), but it was quite vivid. And I was just ecstatic. That's what I remember from the dream: grinning wide and feeling exquisite joy. But all along, I knew something wasn't quite right. I had remembered that the Saints won the Super Bowl. And I think I knew the joy I was feeling was short-lived, and I was bound to wake up.
And of course, I did.