Me: So last night I dreamed that we all went to [cousin]'s son's bar mitzvah? And it was at a fancy, ridiculously expensive hotel, and was just interminable, like we had to keep moving from one place to another for different ceremonial things.
Mom: Huh.
Me: So during one of these moves I skipped out to use the restroom, and as I was wandering around trying to find everyone again, I realized that the hotel was located on the Death Star.
Mom: Hah! No, the invitation says it will take place at -
Me: The Four Seasons, right? The Four Seasons that's aboard the Death Star.
Mom: - at a synogogue, dear. It will be a small ceremony at the local synogogue, and then there'll also be lunch at the synogogue. Sorry to disppoint you.
Me: And I thought all my dreams were premonitory now!
Mom: Sorry. It sounds like the title of a story, though. Bar Mitzvah... On The Death Star!
Me: It sounds like someone's fanfic.
Mom: Yeah.
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