I had a dream the other night that I was chasing a plastic bag in the air. As the wind carried it so I was also lifted in the air. As I grabbed for the bag I was pulled along by it. Like a crazy floating carnival ride.
I was in the Chicago O’Hare Airport running through the airport chasing my plastic bag when it zig-zagged and gently tapped someone on the back. It was Oprah. She was sitting in a cafe with Gayle and they were having some coffee. I had a choice. Do I stop and talk to Oprah or chase the plastic bag?
I chose the plastic bag and out of no where starting floating and flying again. Oprah turned around and said “This coffee is very good.” Gayle said, “un huh.”