I think all the chaos in the south and now the death of Chief Justice Rehnquist has triggered one of my persistent nightmares – showing up at a race without my stuff. There are some variations of the dream, for instance: showing up late and scrambling to rack my bike while everyone else is in the water. This one, though, had me there on time, but without my helmet, my race belt, my water, anything. My husband was racing the du, but I just kept thinking, how can I start this race without my helmet. The weird thing was that it was the Ann Arbor race and Tom’s fiance Sara (whom I’ve never met) was there. She seemed really nice.
Veeeery interesting.
Perhaps we can help. Tell us about your childhood—
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And tell me… How does that make you feel? 
Did you just said you dreamt of Tom Demerly?