| 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 |