I Think You Were There

Ron.

Jun 30

I'll Take 'Recall' For A Thousand, Alex

A couple dozen of my long-lost and/or dead and/or imaginary friends got together for a game of Trivia Bingo Jeopardy last night just before I woke up, with categories including things like SitCom Celebrities Of The '60s, Foreign Language Tongue Twisters, John Lennon Song Lyrics, Slang Names For Common Objects, and This-Space-Available-For-Cheaters-As-Long-As-You-Don't-Get-Caught.

I think we were at some sort of adult summer camp, or maybe it was some kind of mental health facility where the inmates get to call all the shots so that nobody can tell who's in charge and no one really cares who's in charge, or maybe nobody's in charge and nobody cares who's who anyway.

Having arrived early, I set up the tables, distributed the game cards, and waited for everyone to show up. When they finally started trickling in, I knew most of them by name and only a couple had to remind me, even though I knew I knew them and was just having my usual name-recollection issues.

Sooner or later, though, we got started and we were having a blast until the game petered itself out into an I'm-Really-Glad-To-See-You-Again reunion party and I woke up, totally hazy about the details of the dream, the game, the place, and even the player list, but feeling very grateful to have seen and hung out with them all again, and looking forward to the next go-round.

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