PLEASING PEOPLE IS SO PREDICTABLE

In my dreams, Danielson is Daniel.

I went to college with Daniel. We were both English majors, and we met in an intermediate Spanish class that was eight leagues over our heads.

Daniel wrote ornate and out-of-time poetry with his sister. He had a quick defensive sense of humor, and punctuated perhaps too many conversations with a braying, nasally laugh. He was kind and gentle, and did not have a social clue.

I’ve read enough biographical information to know that Danielson is not actually Daniel.

But in my dreams, Danielson is Daniel…