It was the first time I was in Portland, years ago, and it was New Year. I can’t really remember what New Year it was; 2006? Who knows. All I remember is the dream, but even as I write that, I know it’s not true. What I really remember was waking up after the dream and just knowing, with a certainty that I can’t explain and don’t understand, that the word “pistachio” was the most important word in the world to me.
What little I really remember of the dream was that I had been told by someone that Pistachio was the thing that had made me rich, famous and successful. Or, perhaps, just happy. Pistachio - and what Pistachio actually was wasn’t even hinted at in the dream - was, somehow, the key to my future.
It was one of those dreams that you wake up and the world is different, as if that dream was somehow meaningful and magical and revealed all manner of secrets about the Way That Things Are… except that all this dream had really done was make me wonder what Pistachio really was.
Ever since then, “pistachio” has been my favorite word, my magic talisman. My iPhone is called “Pistachio,” and my computer, just in case. But I keep thinking that, one day, I’ll wake up after another secret dream and know exactly how to make my Pistachio dream come true.
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