I have vivid memories of my dreams including things like dollar amounts and other minutiae. They are all over the place in terms of content and oddness. When I was a kid, it was so fascinating to me that I’d often relay them to whoever would stick around long enough to listen.
This one particular dream – I was in 7th grade or so – had me taking a REALLY important test in a HUGE room at a REALLY long table. I was at one end and my friend Ricky at the other end. We went to a tiny Catholic school - there was nowhere in our school like this. I remember telling Ricky about this. 4 years later I go to take the SATs at the local public high school. I had never been inside it. I was directed to the cafeteria and directed to sit at one end of the table. All the way across from me? You guessed it - Ricky. I was so thrown off that I barely broke 1100.
