Spock Misses The Point

Correction to the last entry.  I did have a second dream.

This time I was in a house that I knew was my family home, even though it was a house I don’t recognise in real life.  The dream began with all three of us (I’m an only child) picking out clothes for a night out.  I was told by my mother to pick something nice like a suit.  I went into my room and put on a pair of green jeans.  Followed by layer upon later of t-shirts, shirts, jackets, coats.  You name it I was putting it on.  I was starting to resemble the Michelin man.  That’s when my father called out to me and assured me that it needn’t be a suit.  I looked into the mirror and suddenly realised just how hot I was underneath all those layers.  So I started taking them off with great relief, down to a sensible t-shirt, casual shirt and a light jacket, with my green jeans.  We were all ready for the night out, though I still had no idea where we were going.  The next thing I know I was at some kind of small hall trying to find a seat amongst the randomly arranged tables.  And in the aisle there was Bruce Springsteen setting up a make shift sounds system so he can perform.  He explained that the sound guy had disappeared and become incommunicado.  So he was doing his best to set things up and give us a show.  I thought that was rather admirable.  By now I had found a seat close to where Bruce Springsteen was hooking up cables and switching on things.  The view wasn’t great.  There were a few tall people in front of me, but I figured I’m close, so that can’t be half bad.  Besides, seats were running out fast.  After a few testing-testing and one-chew one-chew later, The Boss was up and running.  Not the greatest sound, but he was singing in the aisle about 6 feet away and I wasn’t about to complain.  He sang one number, which wasn’t one of his, but it didn’t seem to bother anyone.  Then he started to do the conducting the audience to sing thing.  He started humming Don’t Be Cruel, and the crowd spontaneously began busting out not only the melody, but at least three parts harmony.  I think I was doing the bob-bob-do-wop kinda thing during the verses.  It was great fun, but it was also a bit weird that Bruce Springsteen was doing this.  As we seemed to be singing the verse for the thousandth time, we all began to conga line out of the little venue into the outside which can only be best described as a spring break pool party.  We stepped, we sang and we splashed.  By then Bruce Springsteen was nowhere to be found, neither were my parents.  I was singing do-wop to Don’t Be Cruel in a pool party, feeling pretty delirious about being in spring break and at the same time a bit weirded out by the whole thing.

That was when the dream ended by a real life spam call.

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