| I had just attended a TWS concert. (Yes, I dreamed the full concert…AGAIN…) After the concert was over, I went home. Home consisted of a public bathroom with a padlock on the door. I unlocked it and walked inside. Seated on the countertops, idly chatting with each other, were my dad, a lady named Patty, and Blind Lemon Yankovic. I looked down, and noticed that there was a good foot of water on the floor. I splashed my way over to the window and looked outside. A great roar of voices sounded in the air, and suddenly the window was filled with newspaper reporters! I skidded backwards and ended up falling on the countertop. They got a few pictures of me struggling to catch my balance, but then they gave up with a sigh and left us alone. (I guess we were all famous, and we were all hiding out from the press. But they had already found us…so we couldn’t leave.) I readjusted myself on the countertop and started talking to Patty. As we chatted away about the concert, I noticed tiny crabs and eels starting to float up out of the floor drains. So not only did we have a foot of water on the floor, we had a menagerie of dangerous animals swimming through it. Yay. Dad and Blind Lemon grabbed some buckets and corralled all the miscreant wildlife. “You know the only problems with this place?” I asked Patty. “What?” she asked. “The water, and the eels, and the crabs, and the eels, and the lack of space, and the eels.” Blind Lemon sat his bucket on the counter and sloshed over to the corner, where he started sobbing. He was scared that he was going to die. Dad, Patty and I all splashed over to him, gave him a hug, and started reminiscing with him about the good old days when we’d perform together. My Take On It Next Dream |
| And the Eels! 03/14/02 |