True story:
One time I had a dream that Tom Hanks was my roommate. We shared a nice place with a third roommate and we’d often eat breakfast in the kitchen where there was a big window that’d face east.
In the dream I was sitting in the kitchen one morning as Tom – I simply called him “Tom” – walked in. He was in his boxers, a tshirt, and those sandals that our grandparents would wear. Now, he wasn’t as old as he is now, but maybe around the age he was when he did Sleepless in Seattle.
“Tom,” I said to him, “I have a girl problem.”
He grunted an acknowledgement and reached up to the cabinet to get some cereal. Who doesn’t like cereal in the morning? Especially the fun, but not very good for you cereals. Give me some Lucky Charms any day and it gets me started off on the right foot. He poured the cereal and milk into the bowl, flipped on the coffee machine, and walked over to join me at the kitchen table.
“Well, tell me about it,” he said while regarding his Lucky Charms. “It helps to talk, and maybe it’ll help make sense of it.”
And talk I did. And wouldn’t you believe it, Dream-Tom Hanks was the best damn listener and advice giver I’ve ever known. Ever since then, I can’t help but watch one of his movies, or see him on TV, and just kinda smile.
Thanks for being such a nice guy and a great friend, dream-Tom Hanks.
