Dream: Playing Onstage with Paul McCartney

My e-mail box at home had gotten pretty empty save for e-commerce messages and spam, so I decided to go through my contacts list and send e-mails to a few people. I got surprisingly long e-mails back from people I hadn't heard from in a long time. It's a good thing to do.

I had a strange dream last night about playing onstage last night with Paul McCartney in Las Vegas and then palling around with him after the show. He said he was thinking about divorcing his new wife because she drinks too much and she got herself into a drunk-driving accident that he had to pay a lot of money to cover up!

We were in my hotel room and I went into the bathroom to change clothes before going out on the town. When I came out, he said that my boss called the room to remind me that we had a breakfast meeting at 8:00 a.m. the next morning, to which Paul added, "And she asked me who I was, so I told her Paul McCartney, and she didn't believe me." He said "believe" in that sing-song Liverpool way, as if he had never had a problem convincing people who he was over the phone.

Then I awoke, went to the bathroom, and looked out over my yard at 4 a.m. The full-moon light cast deep, beautiful shadows through the tall trees.