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So I had this dream… Mostly, I’m an inordinately rational, practical and logical sort of person, but I do have to admit to a compelling fascination with many things mystical and spiritual. Science and psychology aside, the bottom line is this: when I have a vivid dream, I take it seriously.

This is one of those dreams…

I was in a big city and driving someplace in a very big hurry. I made a right turn on a red light and then came to a complete stop: Oprah was standing on the sidewalk ready to cross the street. Instead of crossing in front of me, though, she opened the passenger door and hopped into the car. “Oh, good!” she said, “I was waiting for you. What are you doing today? Let’s have a picnic.”
     Naturally, I said yes, because everyone knows that even when you’re dreaming, if Oprah Winfrey invites you on a picnic you drop what you’re doing and go.
     And then there we were hanging out on a blanket on the front lawn of my summer cottage—I was dreaming, so I had a summer cottage—and Oprah kept asking me if I could do any kind of show, what would it be? I kept trying to tell her about this friend of mine and what a great show she would have. “I’m not asking her,” she said. Sternly. “I’m asking you.”
     Next thing I knew, we were in the kitchen of my cottage and Candice Bergen showed up for lunch. “So what are you making me?” she asked and I started to pull out some cookbooks. “Not theirs. Yours.” Candice and Oprah exchanged knowing glances, laughed good-naturedly and I woke up.

No joke.

Not a lot of guessing what that means. My favorite coffee mug says it best: BadBob’s Screaming Angels delivering the Divine message, "Get off your ass!" reiterated with the caption, "A Message from God."