I had this twisted dream the other night (vivid/great sound & lights in my head) of:

David Baerwald (guitar/vocals), Neil Young (guitar/vocals), Roger (bass/vocals) and Harry (Hammond/vocals) Waters, & Graham Broad (drums) …sharing what I presume was Roger Waters’ stage…with other peripheral players coming & going…while the video on the giant screen upstage was a recognizable hodgepodge of footage from TRIAGE and Perfect Sense and Us & Them…& the stage set from Neil Young’s Living With War.  It was my delusion…so probably the musicians would be different in yours…but I rocked and fumed and rocked and mourned liberty and rock & rolled & reached for that flickering flame of hope for what seemed like a very long dream that left me practically as pleased as the weekend ski-lodge stay (mostly in the room) with a Papa Don’t Preach era Madonna about 15 years ago ~ another very vivid dream, uncanny real, …but no doubt a far more farfetched figment of my imagination…hehe.  There’s also this recurring, very lifelike, dream I have wherein Forest Whitaker and I are bros who wander the sordid nightstreets & fix problems for a St. Louis neighborhood of inner-city misfits that we know or meet in the process.  This dream kicks ass, literally, …but it’s been about a year since it’s visited my sleep; bummer.  …hehe, …but I digress….