| 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 |