Maybe it was something I ate. I should learn from my reckless eating habits, but it appears that I had finally gone too far. It was late in the evening, I had just finished watching two periods of West Coast hockey and I was hungry. Walking into my kitchen I realized I hadn't been grocery shopping in weeks and there was nothing to satisfy my cravings.
There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just put it out there. I drove to Taco Hell and ate three chili cheese burritos. I'm not proud of myself, but it is what it is. After I got home I went straight to bed. I guess I can blame it on the burritos, or the late night, but I've really got no one to blame besides myself for having the dream that changed my life.
I didn't realize it was a dream, so you can throw out your "Roy just watched 'Inception' again and is now trying to rip it off" theories. It all seemed very real; not once did I question its zany circumstances. I was parked outside a small cafe in downtown Duluth, sitting in my blue and white Ford Pinto in the pouring rain.
I wasn't hungry in the dream (I guess burritos carry over to dreamland), but sitting there in the Pinto I felt the urge to walk out into the rain and enter the diner. Why, I don't know, but just go with me here for a bit. I opened my door and stood up in the blinding rainstorm. No one was on the street and it appeared to be the middle of the night. All was dark except the lights coming from the cafe.
As I opened the door and entered the diner, the smell of bacon enveloped my nose. I could hear some Johnny Cash playing in the background and only 2 people were seated in the entire restaurant. They were sitting on the same side of a booth, sharing a sandwich. Then it donned on me who they were...Abraham Lincoln and Jacques Lemaire were eating a BLT. Lemaire stood up and said in his French-Canadian accent "Come on over, Roy, we've been expecting you."