Dreams, Can Come True

First and foremost, yes, I have drastically dropped the NaBloPoMo ball, but after this weekend I will be taking measures to make up for that. Plus, let's face it, none of, least of all me, really expected me to be able to do it right?

Anyway, last night I had a dream that Phil Collins called me and asked me to play guitar on a new recording he was doing (I think it was a soundtrack). I asked him if he was playing drums on it, and he said not to worry if he was or wasn't, and I hastily replied that the reason I asked was because if he wasn't, I could play drums, or bass for that matter. He (a little begrudgingly) told me he was going to play drums on it, and that he already had a bass player, so he needed me to play guitar.

The funny thing for me about this dream (aside from the obvious), is that in the conversation we had about who was playing drums, he didn't want me to say yes based solely on the fact that it would be because I could say I've played with Phil Collins, and when I asked him if he was playing on it I was desperate to let him know that the reason I asked wasn't so I could say I've played with Phil Collins, but because I didn't think I'd do that good a job playing guitar on it. But we both said all those things without actually mentioning them. That's the kind of dialogue you only get with people you know very well-all that unsaid, underlying stuff. Clearly, me and Phil have that.


Wouldn't you agree, we've got a groovy kind of love?