I dreamt I was being pre-screened as a contestant for a game show in some other time and place. This involved me strolling on the beach with the host who had a toupee and lollipop microphone. He was asking me about different categories that I might be good at, in terms of trivia questions.

HOST: Sports?

Me: No.

HOST: Music?

Me: Appreciate, but don’t know a lot.

HOST: Politics?  History?

Me: No, Nope. Not the strongest.

HOST:  Well then ahhh — do you know anything about anything?

Me: People.  How they talk, what they want, how they look, what they think, how they feel.

HOST: Well, inside of each of those categories are people. Politics and History and Art and Music and Literature and Sports, all people. Everything is people.

Me: Oh.

HOST: Boom.

Me: You’re right.  Except for rocks. Rocks are not people.

HOST: Rocks are not people, very good.

Beat.

HOST:…. I think the garbage truck dudes are here.

Me: What?

HOST: WAKE UP!

Me: Oh, Okay.

HOST: But don’t forget this conversation because it’s really important.

Me: Why?

HOST: YOU’LL SEE.