I had a dream last night. So if
you’re young and squeamish, you might want to stop right here. Because while I
don’t especially enjoy embarrassing myself, I’ve got a strong suspicion it’s
going to happen anyway.
Okay, now that we’ve got that out
of the way, here goes.
I dreamt about Jeremy Lin last
night.
Come on, you’ve heard about the
Chinese-American Harvard grad who came out of nowhere to lead the Knicks in
scoring. Thanks to Lin, the Knicks are
no longer in last place and have become an exciting team to watch. His is a great Cinderella story, Seabiscuit
in shorts.
So what’s so embarrassing? Jeremy wasn’t playing basketball in my dream.
I was with my husband in my old high school gym, not that I knew him back then.
Some great 60s tune was blaring in the
background, and lots of young people were milling about talking and drinking
and dancing. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Jeremy Lin appeared. We all gasped,
and I could feel my heart, fluttering. Oh my god, Jeremy Linn! The Jeremy Lin!
The crowd parted before him as he made his way -- miraculously –to me.
“Are you with anyone?” he asked,
extending his hand along with an unbelievably warm smile in my direction.
“Oh no,” I said, dropping my
husband’s hand and reaching for his.
And off we went, together to dance
and …
That’s all I’m telling.
But you have to understand, ours
wasn’t an old woman/young hunk affair. My Jeremy didn’t fall for a woman his
mother’s age or older. He saw a young
girl because in my dream, I wasn’t 60. (Or even 60 minus 56 days.) Far from it!
I was young and a lot hotter than I ever looked in real life.
But hey, it was a dream, my dream.
Which brings me to my point: It’s
one thing to dream young when you're asleep, but how about when you’re awake?
What do 60-year-olds dream about? Do we dream just for our kids? What is it you
dream about … for you?
By the way, my husband said, if I could
get courtside Knicks tickets, I could make it with Jeremy Lin anytime.
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