In his dream he was eating lunch at a a little deli in town and Michael W. Smith was sitting next to him, also enjoying lunch. After humming "Friends are Friends Forever" to himself, I picked him up on my way home from running errands and as we drove we saw Ben Folds walking down the street. The next morning he found himself at the same deli working and eating breakfast and sat one table away from the Newsboys.
What a strange dream.
Except it was real. And it's just another one of those funny things about living in a suburb of Nashville.
We got a kick out of it because when he told me, it sounded like he was recounting a dream.
Anyway, I'm a dork. Just thought y'all would get a kick out of it too. :)