Dreams 1

Among the many weird things that occured in my sleeping state last night, Bob Dylan appeared. I’m not talking 60’s Bob Dylan, or 80’s Neo-Christian Dylan I’m talking about that adorable little old guy who just received the Medal of Freedom Bob Dylan.

I was with a group of people, of whom I forget. I know a couple were “talent” agent-types, then a couple friends, but none who were any kind of expert of Dylan. We are in this odd eatery. I remember stopping in for Beaver Tails (canada) but ended up asking for Horchata or Rice pudding, which resulted in a glass of water with a splash of tomato juice, spices, and with sprouts and a sprig of mint put in (don’t ask me how that tastes.) We’re sitting in there drinking our beaverchata sprout-juice when Dylan comes in with about 4  huge and burly body guards.

We all kind of stare in amazement as he sits down, and smiles at us. Dream-me kind of had a geekish fit. But almost immediately, whatever the discussion we had been having was, it forcefully turned to “higher” talk. Discussion which no one in my dream had a right to talking about because none of them had any idea what they were saying. Alas, I think that is almost always the case. Every time anyone said anything, they looked to Bobby D for approval, but he just kept a little smirking smile on, as if he was used to this. Then some idiot I was with loudly whispered, “oh my gosh, I can’t believe Tim Burton is right there and we’re talking about this!”

Dream-me blew a gasket.

I totally understand wanting to look like an intelligent human in front of someone you admire, but these people were just trying to be impressive, and obviously not succeeding. It always comes out as shallow conversation. I am pretty sure Dylan didn’t even speak, we got the bodyguards to talk, but not Dylan. It’s a weird phenomenon, people only have to be suggested to be something worthwhile and others will fall over their feet just to try and wow this “alleged” awesome person.

Have y’all experienced this? Have you ever accidentally done this?

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