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Last week I had a very strange and random dream that included a reference to a friend of mine. For some reason I decided to email her about it.

I was in the George W. Bush presidential library (which I guess meant I was in the future, because it hasn’t even been built yet) with my grandparents. I wandered off and saw Barbara Bush laying in a bed that looked like it was a part of one of the displays (W’s childhood home) recovering from her recent open heart surgery (which she actually had earlier this month). We chatted for awhile but I could tell she was getting tired so I left her to get some sleep.

I found my grandparents and we headed over to the food court, where we ran into Alex Trebek. One of the kids in my mentorship group at Bel Air is his neighbor, so when I introduced myself and Alex said he had heard about me because he knew one of my friends, I assumed it was this kid.

“No,” he said, “it’s Kristen Dxxxxxxxx. She’s family.”

Here’s what Kristin just wrote back:

That’s funny because I am related to him by marriage I guess.  No blood relation, and I’ve only met him twice.  He married my mom’s aunt Jean, and they live here in LA.

Holy shit. Alex Trebek’s message in my dream WAS TRUE.

I’m still coming to grips with this.

My dad has been sending me lengthy text messages from his iPhone today, thinking he is writing emails instead of texts. His messages always crack me up; they make him sound like a robot or that he’s sending me a telegram from the past.

We are in windy Florida. Weather is windy. Fires are around us. We are at Cantina Laredo (restaurant). Your mom has to drive home. The traffic is crap. Very windy. Last year there was 50 feet. (?) Today there was none. The waves were hitting the sea wall. Hope all is going well for you. Mom is cracking her knuckles. She says she is cold, but she is looking tough. I love you, See you soon. Love DAD