Barre of my dreams

Last night I dreamt I was walking through a moonlit version of Barre, Vermont that was even more dilapidated and eerie than the real thing. So You Think You Can Dance judge Nigel Lythgoe was with me, confiding production details of the show. He suddenly got excited and yelled, “A beach!” He ran down the hill, stripping down to a swimsuit as he went. Everything became sunlit; we were on a warm, sandy beach along a small blue lake. It was crowded with summertime sunbathers because we were still in Barre–this lake was behind Merchant’s Row. I think our stretch of beach was right behind Lenny’s Shoes. Suri met Nigel and I; we were soon joined by our friends Chris, Dan, and George. We were all happily swimming and chatting when a lifeguard called out “Cleaning!” Everyone knew what this meant and we nonchalantly got out of the water and crowded into a giant aerial cable car. A great wave of royal blue suds cleaned the lake while we waited. Some no-account Barre teenagers were sitting nearby. Kaye and Vaughn had ended up in our cable car. Vaughn turned to me with a concerned look on his face and said, “Joe, they’re having a INCIDENT.” I looked over and the Barre kids were sitting on Chris and standing on her feet. She remained calm, trying to elbow the kids off and saying to us us, “Could you report this incident to the police?” Dan tried to make his way through the crowd with mad moshing skills, but the cops got there first and hustled the kids off. A cat jumped on the bed and I woke up.