I had a dream I went to a beautiful house on a hill at dusk. As people gathered in the drive and began walking up the steep walkway leading to the front door, I whispered around me, "Where are we? Whose house is this?" No one answered, they just kept talking amongst themselves...I became quite anxious and tried pushing my way past the people more lackadaisical. I kept thinking, "What am I doing here? Was I invited to this party?"
As I entered the home, a large modern-style cabin with a fine series of windows lit from the inside, I saw the homeowner passing out drinks and making merry with guests.
As I looked at the man's face and features I suddenly...somehow came to the realization that I was in the presence of Charles M. Schultz. I smiled and shook his hand, and then left. I still have no idea what this dream is all about. I left the party with a guy that must have felt the same way I did. Not quite sure why I was meeting Schultz, and not quite sure why not.
Here's a quote from the man himself!
"My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?"
-Schultz (1922-2000)
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