| I was at a concert being held for charity. Throwing Toasters was there-no, not just Grant, the whole band! They played one song, and then Grant waved them into silence. “Hold on, hold on…where is he?” The band looked around the stage. One of their number was indeed missing. “Um…sorry about this, but we can’t find part of our band. If you could help us find him…please…” Grant asked us. The entire audience got up and started searching. I hopped up onstage and looked behind the traveler. (The curtain across the back.) There was a thin door there. It was about five inches wide. I put my head up to it and looked through. On the other side was a beautiful view of the ocean and beach. As I looked, suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my posterior. “OW! What the…” Somehow, I had gotten a fish hook attached to me. I plucked it out-“YOW!”-and held it up to look at it. Shrugging, I went to put it in my pocket. “EEEYIPE!” Now the fish hook was lodged in my face. I extracted it yet again-“OW!”-and threw it on the ground. No WAY was I touching it again. I looked through the door again. The band member was there! He was a really, really fat Asian. How he got through the door, I’ll never know. He was walking up and down the beach, looking for something. Finally, he found it. Reaching down, he picked up a rock. From the spot where the rock was, a large white koi fish leaped up and into the ocean. He smiled and looked towards me. I gestured-“C’mon, they’re doing the show!” and he nodded and squeezed back through the door. “GRANT!” Grant turned from his discussion with the drummer. “I found him!” Grant grinned and turned to the microphone. “Okay folks, let’s get this show going!” I leaped back offstage and into my seat as Grant and the guys launched into “Debbie”. The show lasted a long time. Afterwards, I ran out into the parking lot, only to see my bus pulling away from the curb. I waved it down and dashed on. The lady in the front, who was marking attendance, scowled at me and scolded me as I went back to my seat. I sat down and looked out the window. There was a vehicle that looked like a truck flatbed next to us. There were seats all the way around the edges, and rows of seats in the middle. The whole thing was covered with a shield of chicken wire, protecting the passengers within. I’m posting this because it is a dementia dream…and I think it’s too funny that everyone started looking for a member of Grant’s band. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Obvious By His Absence 04/05/02 |