I'm Wishing...

I had a crazy dream last night. Andy Samberg (of snl fame) and I were eating pastries at Cassis in Manhattan. Satire was rolling off our tongues in the form of conversation. We were bandying about talk of Progressivism and Ahmadinejad, it was all very pithy and witty.

But after awhile, I started to focus less on conversation and more on setting. There, next to the table, was a wishing well. A small wishing well...I half expected a miniature Snow White to come whistling by with her wishes, but she didn't come. And I just kept looking at its blueness. Did I mention it was a blue wishing well, well it was and I kept wondering what was inside.

I woke up and still wondered. And this is what I've come up with...wishing wells are full of wishes and I am wishless. Lately, I live fully rooted in the present. Wishes are for dreamers and quite honestly thinking of the future isn't something I've wanted to do. I would much rather just focus on the here and now, and try to make the most of it...because what's next? Who knows? Least of all me. But after thinking about this wishing well of my dream, I've decided that I don't want it to be empty. I want a dream. I'm not sure what it will be, but I'm working on it, and that's something.

As for Andy...I have no idea...other than have you seen him as a white Rastafarian? or when he danced in "Single Ladies" with Justin Timberlake? Or even Blizzard Man? Too funny!