The other night I was walking around in this dessert, and I saw a guy walking on a dune with a wide brimmed hat on and some shiny things on it. He had a long thing slung over his back, but I couldn't tell what it was. I eventually made it to him and I yelled to him, and he looked up and it was fucking Stevie Ray Vaugh. Of course the long thing was a guitar case.
I didn't realize he was dead or something, or I just wasn't aware I was dreaming. I was just elated, I was like "Hey, your Stevie Ray aren't you?" and he nodded. We had a conversation about the desert and music and life. Most of which I don't remember :/
It all pertained to my own problems though of course. I remember asking if he'd seen Hendrix, because on some level I must have been aware they were both dead, and he just said he is the legendary guy everyone thinks he is.
my bed is so comfy now. idk why. im headed there soon