I dreamt that I was with Elza's mom in a car going across the Golden Gate Bridge. It was thrilling, breathtaking, and very, very real.
She was counting for some reason, and I realized it as she got to 23.
We drove off the bridge and directly into a bookstore, and I told her how completely cool that was.
This is not the first time I have dreamt about someone unlikely accompanying me to San Francisco in a thrilling way. Years ago, I dreamt that my college friend Chris and I flew over the GGB and into San Fran.
It was SO VIVID, this dream. And the other one as well.