#3 Dream

When I was away last week I had 3 very memorable dreams. In releating these dreams to people, they've been getting laughs, so I'll share them. I blame the dreams on whatever's in the water over there. It effects people in the strangest ways.

1) I'm sitting at the drums before a show, and Bruce T. is miking them up. A familiar scene. I'm asking him if I should be using these drums (which belonged to George, former Dino Jr. and Storm King drummer) or should I set up my own.
Bruce said, "well, these drums are fine, but they do tend to bleed" (usually, a term used in recording, when the sound of one track "bleeds" onto another track, uninvited--but sometimes giving it a cool atmospheric effect).
I looked again at the drums and there was blood dripping out of the rims.
I woke up laughing. Wordplay in a dream.

2) In real life, I'd fallen asleep on the vaparetto boat/bus thingy on a 20 minute ride home after a big meal and wine. In my dream, the 2 men talking in the seat ahead of me turned into a rap. I awoke with the final line of the rap in my head "He can't even tell/the difference between/ Tim Robbins and Tim Reid".
(Tim Reid was Venus Flytrap on WKRP).

3) In the dream I'm in Venice, walking over one of the many many foot bridges, when I come across Archie Shepp. Jazz legend, and a former teacher of mine at UMass. Always impeccably dressed. The dream was no exception.
I stopped to chat with him. I was eating a large Swedish Meatball like it was an apple. But I kept getting bones in my mouth. So as I'm talking to Archie, trying to appear half as cool as he, I'm trying to fish these bones out of my mouth, and throwing them off the bridge.
But off the bridge wasn't a canal of filthy water, but a park of lush green grass, and many of my Noho music friends down there laying about happily in the sunshine. I think I hit Dennis Crommett with a bone. Sorry DC.

So, dem are my dreams. Eat up, Sigmund.