the man of my dreams?

ever since starting this blog, when i see something or do something that i think is of some interest to someone (or even just to myself), i'll think, "gee, i should blog about that." well, last night, for the first time to my knowledge, i had that thought in a dream. during my dream last night, dream david was on a bike ride and thought, "gee, i should blog about that", and so i am going to do it for him.

briefly, marta and i were at a party at wilford brimley's apartment on division street in grand rapids. it was back in the old days before division got gentrified, but brimley's place was still pretty nice. it was a younger brimley, like from that show our house, not from his more current work in diabetes commercials. clint, (a former member of my lab), mauricio (a friend of marta's from college), and most of the cast of cacoon were there. it was a fine party, complete with delicious sandwiches. at some point in the party brimley and i left and went for a bike ride. this is when i had the 'gee, i should blog about this' moment. if i was awake i'm sure i would think the same thing about a bike ride with a super star like wilford brinley. the bike ride led us to a very grand museum where marta rejoined us for a look around. she may have been on the bike ride too. i'm not totally sure. that is about all i remember. dreams are weird like that.