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.
Don't worry about this, I took care of it earlier because I got a mental message from Jerry Garcia. Also, Jim's always on the verge of tears.
Posted by: toadman | December 05, 2005 at 08:45
So it wasnt a corporate trip, but a rocky trip in a broke down bus?? Good to see you made it deadhead!
Posted by: Shankari | December 05, 2005 at 11:20