I had a weird dream that involved Molly Ringwald.
We walked into a restaurant together, and I was keenly aware that everyone was looking at me.
“What is she doing with Molly Ringwald?”
Beats me! So we walk in and find a table. Wait a second…why am I with Molly Ringwald? (She’s a liberal, she once said in an interview, but I won’t hold that against her.)
Anyway, we’re seated and I’m suddenly nervous. She tells me I’ve got to do this thing — a speech or presentation or some such. I panic; I have nothing prepared.
Mother Nature saves me! Some kind of natural disaster occurs, and everybody flees the restaurant. I run out into the street with the other patrons to find it all torn up. An earthquake? I didn’t feel anything. So I flag down my limo driver Lou (!), who looks like James Gandolfini, and he drives me out of there. Molly’s on her own. Lou turns onto the highway…and the car falls down a huge crack in the pavement and wedges on its side. OK, intense fear of being trapped in an overturned car after a crash. I trigger my wake-up-now mechanism, a neat little trick that comes in handy when I don’t like the dream, but I turn it off. I see a way out. I’m going to crawl through an opening, and then rescue my unconscious limo driver.
But I wake up before I can play hero. 
Happy Friday, readers! The weekend is here. Fellow old-heads in the audience, did you know Pretty in Pink came out 23 years ago? Good grief. Here’s a song from the movie’s soundtrack, “If You Leave,” by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. Brings back memories, eh? Pleasant ones, I hope.
Rest easy, everybody.
