LA weekend - when dreams come true

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a movie. Things just happen so perfectly that it's got to be scripted. This weekend I don't know what movie I was in, but it was living a dream.

One of my best friends came to visit me. I've missed him a lot. We used to meet up in Silicon Valley for coffee and books lunch, dinner at Mike's cafe with Maureen or hitting up the Asian markets in Sunnyvale or San Jose's Japan town looking for strange and wonderful treasures (Men's Pocky!).

One of the big bummers of moving south is lack of lunch partners. New company, new city will do that to you. So it was a boon to have an old friend to kick around with and share my new town. All summer long I'd send him emails and talk to him on the phone from my various LA adventures... and now was my chance to have him experience those things first hand.

It started out with a dream I wanted to experience. I drive by the Georgian almost everyday on my way to work. I see the happy people drinking their coffee on the verandah. I wanted to be one of those people on the verandah, so I made Mike stay at the Georgian and I met him for breakfast. There we were, sitting outside, the sun shining in our faces and it occurred to me that my dream came true. At that moment I was aware that I was experiencing my dream as reality. It didn't change my dream or my reality. It didn't change anything. I was just more aware. And happy that my dream came true.

It made me realize that dreams don't have to be big things. They can be simple and small things. Dreams come true everyday, if you let them.