Whereas Dixie dreams almost nightly and can recount those dreams in great detail, I rarely dream or at least can rarely remember even one detail. On occasion, a dream will be so vivid, so real, that I will wake up and ponder the dream for a while and rehearse the details so that I will remember it.
Last night I dreamed that I had dinner with Tina Fey and Amy Poehler. They asked me to be a writer for Saturday Night Live. In the dream this was a legitimate option for me. I considered it an opportunity of a lifetime, so I discussed it with Dixie. We weren’t sure what we should do. We had felt strongly that I seminary was the right place to be right now, but an relatively unknown man from a small prairie town in Saskatchewan doesn’t get contacted out of the blue by SNL personnel. Perhaps it was providence–God intending something else.
Typical for me, I was indecisive and kept putting off any sort of commitment to Fey, who approached me several times. Eventually they hired someone else. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get another opportunity.
In the dream I woke up. The dream was so realistic that I asked Dixie if I had had dinner with Fey and Poehler. I had not. I was disappointed.
Then I woke up from the dream (it had been a dream within a dream). I was still a little disappointed that I really hadn’t had dinner with Fey and Poehler. I’ve always thought being a writer for a sitcom or a sketch comedy series would be fun.
I will console myself by saying this: Well, if Lorne Michaels can’t be bothered to ask me personally, he can take his offer and stuff it!