Oddities

This has been a very strange but kinda cool week in dreams.

Last night I was at a Led Zep concert in Cambridge. The auditorium looked like MIT’s Kresge crossed with some high school auditorium. I’d just that very moment popped into this universe — a plane of existence where I still had hearing and more. Though I was my current age it was Zeppelin from 1969 -‘70 — their prime (in my less than humble opinion, anyway).

Time travel-ish, alternate dimension awesomeness!

The show hadn’t begun. I settled into my breathtakingly fabulous seat— stage left, 12th row on the aisle — happily surprised to be there.

Then an acquaintance, someone I’d worked with years ago, took the seat two down from me. We chatted briefly and unremarkabley. He said we were waiting for one other friend. Oooookay. Who? No enlightenment from this dream character manque.

Moments later Bob Ray Starker sat down. In the waking world, eons ago, Bob and I worked together. Me as the press room production manager and him as a stripper. NO, not that kid of stripper! He also played sax in a band or three.

We were friends then and now, we are again, thanks to a little Facebook magic.

Bob now lives in Columbus, Ohio. In addition to playing a mean, nasty, killer tenor sax, he’s a graphic designing, illustrating, comic book drawing artist.

I was thrilled to see him again.
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Jen and The Amazing Bob were the Cheshire Cat and the White Rabbit. Who was who? Possibly they traded parts? I was Alice but myself as well.

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don’t much care where—" said Alice.
"Then it doesn’t matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"—so long as I get SOMEWHERE," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you’re sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."

The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. "Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?" he asked.
"Begin at the beginning," the King said gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop."

I'm sure there's heavy, mysterioso, existentialist meaning in all this. Maybe I'll have another cuppa joe and think about it. Or perhaps I'll just take a shower and head to work.
Space Oddity -- Bowie