I know you are but what am I | Chuck Sigars

 

Last updated 2/13/2020 at 8am



A million years ago, a coworker told me about her dream. I was mildly curious, if only because we were collegial only, not really friends.

And because the dream was about me. That’ll always get my attention.

It was casual and quick. She just mentioned that she’d experienced a strange dream the night before, in which she and I were riding around in the backseat of her daddy’s car on his farm. That was it. Just a snippet of unconsciousness, only odd because the two of us, as I said, weren’t particularly close.

I remember this now for a good reason – one year later, the two of us we...



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