Apparently I was dreaming this morning. And this is how it went:
My husband, brother, and I had a meeting with Governor Snyder (Michigan) to talk about truck safety issues. But the night before I had to sleep overnight at the hospital because I had a blood draw scheduled for early in the morning. And there was confusion about when the transport van was taking us to the meeting in the morning.
Morning comes after a restless night sleeping on an uncomfortable bed. I can’t get my husband and brother to get moving and the nurse is there for the blood draw and I’m trying to find out when the car will arrive to take us to the meeting with the governor and she’s busy talking to some other patient. Finally she takes my blood and tells me the car will be here at 6 a.m. but as its already 7:30 we’ve missed it.
Our meeting is soon, so the nurse drives my husband, my brother and I and, inexplicably, Howard Stern to the meeting location. My husband and brother somehow got to shower. I did not as there wasn’t time and I feel messy and unorganized.
We arrive at the meeting site, which appears to be a house with a two car garage that has been converted to a bedroom. Katie (the dog) is in the house and is coming to the meeting too; my husband and brother go into the house to get her. I sit in the van with Howard Stern and tell him this is not a media event, it’s a meeting about truck safety, and if I allow him to come he has to be quiet. He says he’s never met the governor and would like to come.
He and I get out of the car, my husband, brother, Katie the dog, and Howard and I troop into the converted garage. Inside is a television camera, and a reporter that I didn’t expect. The governor is sitting in a chair wearing a mustard yellow shirt and bright green scrub pants. (This alone should tell you we’re in a dream – he only wears blue shirts at events like this, never mustard yellow.) He hurriedly puts on a navy jacket and stands up to meet us.
There’s a bed in the middle of the room that we have to climb over to meet him. I note that it’s not made and has grass clippings all over it. Obviously Katie has been outside on a freshly mowed lawn and has jumped all over the bed.
I shake hands with the governor, others are introducing themselves to members of my family. The governor says “Let’s go talk a minute Dawn.” and we climb back over the bed and walk into a storage closet.
He wants to know why Howard Stern is there. I tell him I’d told Howard that this was not a media event, but I wondered why there was a television camera there myself. He said he would rather Howard not be at the meeting.
And then Katie the dog jumps on me for real to wake me up. It’s 5:05 a.m. I have a doctor’s appointment at 7:50 a.m. Time to begin another day.
Which is just as well.
Our meeting with the governor wasn’t going anywhere anyway.
