Last night I dreamed that my dad, a lawyer who specializes in real estate, was working on a deal for Steve Albini. The Albini part was odd, but what stuck out for me was that Dad, who’s had a number of medical problems these past few years and isn’t as physically quick as he used to be, was in his prime. He looked the way I remembered him looking when he was in his 50s. He’s not, as he puts it, ready to go just yet, but it was good to see him healthy again.
I didn’t speak with Albini, even though it was strange to see him sitting at my parents’ kitchen table, poring over contracts with Dad. I don’t believe dreams have meanings though, so that’s that.
