This morning:

Mom: “I had the strangest dream. I was driving toward the Bay Bridge and the road was totally clear. Then I came across four men, each lying on a mattress blocking the road. They didn’t speak English, but I told them I needed to cross the bridge. And they refused to let me pass.”

Me: “What do you suppose that means?”

Mom: “It means I had to take the Golden Gate.”

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