Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Last night I dreamed a young Bruce Springsteen and I sang “Atlantic City” together, but just this line, over and over:

“Put your make up on

fix your hair up pretty

and meet me tonight in Atlantic City.”

Then I turn on the TV this morning and found out he performed at a benefit concert last night. I can only take that as a good sign that the Boss and I sang my favorite song of his, together, while he was actually out singing in real life, to help Hurricane Sandy victims.

(If you’ve never listened to his album Nebraska, you really should.)