Could it be?

How could it not?

Yes it was. It was indeed. When it occurred, I noted it. And now I'm here to tell you all that it not only could, but did, and will again, and has already.

Face Mecca. Take two steps to the left. Twirl. Clap. Two steps back. Step to the right. Turn around. Swing your leg out. Clap.

Describe it to me.

I didn't take a nap today. It was ludicrously exhausting. I didn't dream that I was in a giant goldfish bowl, surrounded by manta rays. None of the manta rays had NASCAR logos tattooed onto them. That would have been tacky. Or so I have been told.

One of the manta rays didn't swim up to me. He asked me, "Where is the butter?"

I didn't reply, "I don't know. Did you check the fridge?"

He did not assure me that there were no fridges underwater.

A while later, a bear was not swimming up to me. I did not approach the bear calmly and ask, "Where is the butter?"

To which he did not reply, "Can't you read? No solicitors." And the bear did not go on her merry way.

Some day, I pray that I will find the butter. When that day comes, life will not be limited to butter. I will also read a great novel. This will be my endeavor. Until that day comes, however, I prey.

In other news, some things don't have any inherent symbolism. As Freud once said, "I think I'll have just one more and then call it a night."