You know what people love? When you make their dreams come true. Now, it’s not always in one’s power to do so, but when a good friend of mine comes to me with a dream that I can help them achieve, you’d better believe I’m going to do everything I can to help.
Case in point: One fateful morning, my roommate Katie comes into the kitchen with a long face.
“Why, what’s the matter there, O beloved friend of mine?” I ask.
“Well, Ann, I’ve just had a dream,” Katie says. She then proceeds to explain how in her dream, there was a serial killer after her. She knew because when her phone rang, the caller ID said “Serial Killer.” But then, when she answered the phone, it was her mom on the other line. And that’s when Katie realized that her mom was the serial killer all along.
“That sure is strange,” I say.
“Yes,” says Katie, “it sure was strange.” Then she mosies off to the bathroom to get ready for work.
This is the point where I do what any good friend would: take her phone and change her mom’s listing so that the name reads, “Serial Killer.”
And then I sat back and waited.
Well, wouldn’t you know it, Katie’s mom decided to call her that day. Katie’s phone rings. Once. Twice. Three times. Katie picks up her phone and looks at the screen. And what she sees is: “Incoming Call: Serial Killer.”
For just a moment, Katie thought her dream had come true.
There was a lot of screaming after that.
I think it was mostly Katie expressing how excited she was that I’d made her dreams come true.
Granted, shouting, “Ann, you vindictive lunatic, what the HELL?!?!?” over and over is a funny way to say, “thank you,” but I think that sometimes when people’s dreams come true, they get too choked up to express their gratitude clearly.
That’s okay, though. I’m not doing it for the recognition. I’m doing it because I’m such a good friend.