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  • I was in some sort of a kitchen, a restaurant kitchen – for some reason, it felt like it was Neighbordeb’s restaurant kitchen, only Deb wasn’t there. (She was probably off lounging in her Libroudoir, telling tales in a Betty Davis manner). We were talking about the Wizard of Oz, and I was wearing my Mom’s old spaghetti colander on my head, and was supposed to be playing the Wicked Witch of the West. This was terribly significant, for some reason, but also funny – in the dream. When I woke up, I kept trying to remember what was so funny, and couldn’t figure it out, but I had awoken laughing.

    When I fell back to sleep, I went back into what felt like the same dream (that NEVER happens!), but the scene had shifted. I was now backstage at a big stadium, and Jimi Hendrix was playing his Woodstock-version of the Star Spangled Banner out on the field. He was clearly blowing the doors off the joint. We were all there, backstage, in our Chorus uniforms of Navy Blue Blazers, Red Polos and Khakis, and Bill the director was shaking his head, saying, “Dear God, we have to follow that?”

    “I can do a mean “Free Bird”, I volunteered, but he just looked at me and said, “Not a bad idea, but you’re not there yet.” So, I started singing “Uncle John’s Band”, and everyone chimed in and we had a good jam on that, while Jimi wrapped up his performance. Richie Havens strolled by with a guitar slung over his back, and said, “I think you guys are on next – come on, follow me.”, and we followed him down the tunnel and out onto the stadium field.

    Elvis was there, and he looked over and winked, saying “Thank you – thank you very much”. We all broke into a Joe Cocker version of “With a Little Help From My Friends”, and we absolutely nailed it. The place went nuts, and off to the side, John Belushi smiled and nodded, knowingly.

    Then I woke up.
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