I heard footsteps running up the sidewalk behind me in the fog. Was it day or night? It was raining. The steps were getting close now. I was nervous. Should I run?
"Scott! Scott, it's me." He stepped out of the fog. "You've got to hurry. It's Jerry."
"Jim? Jim Morrison?"
"What? Yes, of course. There's no time. Jerry and the Dead are stranded in the Arizona desert. Their bus has blown a gasket." He was breathing hard. "You've got to help them."
"Oh. This is a dream," I said, relieved.
"There's no time! It's so hot in the bus." He was on the verge of tears.