I was at an Al concert in the Orange County Fair. This time, the concert was taking place inside someone’s house. (They had ripped out half of the rooms and replaced them with an auditorium.) I had front row seats (naturally). The first song was Like a Surgeon. I did NOT want to forget this concert, so I grabbed for my only paper (my copy of Return of the King) and a pen to take down the setlist. I tried to find a blank page, but they were all filled with text. I thought “Oh well, Bermuda will probably post it at weirdal.com.” See Bermuda, even my SUBCONSCIOUS wants to read your page! ;)
After Like a Surgeon, they played a brand new song! I don’t remember any details though. And after that, Al brought out a very special guest-Frank Zappa! Well, of course Frank was one of my close, personal friends. (For some reason, in this dream I knew Frank better than Al…even though I know very little about Frank in real life.) During the song, Frank came over to me and stuck the microphone in my face, telling me “You know this song…let’s sing the chorus!” So we sang together in the same mic.
“Zoom-zoom zoom, zoom-zoom zoom…” While we sang, we kept shooting each other these weird looks, and eventually both of us cracked up laughing. Al gave us a funny look, but kept on singing. He wasn’t in his normal Hawaiian garb. Rather, he was in a white Tshirt with blue handprints all over it.
After Frank and Al finished singing, Al brought out another guest-Tommy Shondell. They sang an uptempo rock ditty, and then they all bowed and left the stage. A lady with long hair came out on stage, grabbed my hand, and hauled me up on stage with her. She then grabbed two more people and led us backstage, into the garage.
I was then introduced to Al as “Raquel” by the lady. She grabbed the other two and left the garage, leaving me alone with Al. The garage door was open, revealing a sunny day and a very large van in the driveway. I turned to Al. “Al…hi…”
But he was giving me that weird look again. “Why did you and Frank start laughing?” “Oh!” I started giggling at the memory. “He used to direct our choir, and we’d crack each other up all the time…” Al didn’t look too convinced, but he nodded and smiled anyway. We went outside and stood by the van, waiting for Frank Zappa and Tommy Shondell. The lady reappeared and stood outside with us.
I asked Al about his shirt. “Oh, it’s our handprints…I made this shirt back when I was eighteen. See, there’s Tommy’s” (here he pointed to his left pec) “and Frank’s” (right pec) “and mine.” (On his abdomen.)
Just then, it started to rain. Let me rephrase that-the skies opened and dumped a heck of a lot of water all over us. We all lunged for cover inside the garage. I looked at Al and the lady…all three of us were dripping wet. “Hey-there’s towels on the wall…” I walked over and grabbed one for me, tossing the other two to Al and the lady. We all dried ourselves off.
Now, Al has a lot of hair. The lady had hair down to her hips. And I posess hair that reaches to my waist. (Thick, reddish gold, and wavy…just in case you wanted to know. Oh, and I don’t dye it. Ever. Under any circumstances.) So we stood there and watched our freshly dried selves get soaked again thanks to our drip drying hair. We toweled off again and wrapped the towels around our heads turban style. (Al looked so funny!)
Just then, a roadie came in and caught sight of us. “You three are looking luxurious…” I spun and posed. “That is because I am RAQUEL!” Al burst out into laughter.

A bit later, I had a dream involving AlCon. I was there, as was Al, and he had just drawn a caricature of one of the performers. I was laying on the ground on my stomach, feet in the air. (You know…it’s how kids watch TV on the floor. I was on my stomach, chin in my hands, knees bent so that my feet were dangling upwards.) He walked up to me and asked if he could borrow my feet. I agreed, and he signed the picture using my feet as a support.

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