My encounter with Thomas Friedman

I had a bad dream in my first night in Colorado.  I dreamt that I moved out from my parents' home in Beirut into a group home in Dupont Circle in Wasington DC.   Thomas Friedman was my roommate in that home.  We moved in and Friedman and I were looking down from the window when he fell out of the window straight on his head.  I alas could not save him.  True story--i mean true dream.