Preface I slept from 11pm to 11am last night—a luxury I felt I deserved after spending literally all day on BYU's tennis courts. One of the benefits of sleeping past the morning and well into the day is it enhances my ability to remember dreams. (I love remembering my dreams; they're dependably bizarre.) Dream My family was chilling at an exclusive mountain resort for week-long getaway. (Think Snowbird, but Ritzier.) We were in one of the hotel's larger guest rooms awaiting a formal dinner in the resort's main banquet hall. My 95-year-old mom's mom, Besta, sat on the couch facing the bay window. And 10-12 of my extended family members on my dad's side shuffled about aimlessly. Arnold Schwarzenegger was also there, naturally. He was seated comfortably in the love seat closest to the window, which overlooked a snowy, alpine landscape. (High muscle mass = immunity to cold seeping through the window.) Strangely, Arnold was dressed from head to toe in jean. I c...
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