Sunday, March 21, 2010
Last night I had the strangest dream.
Usually, I don’t remember my dreams. But this was different. I must have fallen asleep around eleven thirty and I woke up two hours later, disoriented and very disconcerted.
I was sitting in what seemed like a New York subway car, across from Muddy Waters. There were a couple other blues players around us. No one else was on the car. Only, it wasn’t a subway. It was designed like a subway car, but it was an airplane. We were flying. I was playing my white Strat with Muddy*. He turned the singing over to me. Really?
That was when I woke up. I don’t know what song we were playing, but, man I was playing great. But it was unsettling. I knew a dream of playing the blues with dead people meant only one thing.
I went to the bathroom and came back to bed. I tried to will myself back on that subway car in the sky. It was funny, but the song to take me there was “Blues in the Bottle” by the Lovin’ Spoonful.
I don’t remember any more.
*I know. In the digital depiction of the dream, I'm holding my Eastman Airplane Tuxedo and not my Strat. Artistic license.