The other night I dreamed that we were playing an extended set in some auditorium. For some inexplicable reason we began playing "Going to California." Even more bizarre was that I was singing it, hitting every note and even ad-libbing in a convincing fashion.
It all came crashing down when I reached those "Seems that the wrath of the gods Got a punch on the nose..." lines when suddenly I realized it was my normal voice, the one that I would probably sound like if I were to attempt to sing the song during my waking hours. I stopped the song and asked for the house lights.
As they came up to my horror I saw that there were only six people left in the auditorium, and they were people that I knew. I began to apologize profusely for my singing but somebody called out that it was OK because nobody had been able to hear anything for the last hour anyway.
I then looked down and realized that my "Microphone" was actually the 4-D-Cell mag Light flashlight that I keep by my bed. The dream jumped ahead to after the show when we were packing up our gear and I was stopping a stage manager from walking off with our hi-hat.
I woke up with a sense of anxiousness as though there were actually music gear nearby that I was supposed to be packing.
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