Last night I dreamt that I met Bill Cosby in a restaurant (or some other gathering) with his wife. They were very elderly, but also very inspired, because we had just seen some sort of presentation about his career as a comedian and educational activist. I have a great deal of respect for Cosby, and I felt extremely honored to meet him. I said something about how ironic it was that of all the people he had inspired to greater things, he could count himself among them…
[Creative commons photo credit at flikr: Bill Cosby ]
They were happy to talk to me, but somewhat embarrassed, and busy, so I didn’t get to say much. Still, I felt very happy to have that experience. His wife was a person I had never seen before (not the actress who played his wife on The Cosby Show). She was very elderly, but also very kind. It is odd that I should have dreamt this, because I haven’t even thought of Bill Cosby for weeks or months. I wonder what it might symbolize?
