You should know by now that I never make up my dreams. They just happen. Most of the time they’re unusual, so I only record the really, REALLY weird ones.
Last night, we had a winner.
I waited too long to record it, so I’ve lost some details. But I do remember that I was at a small coffee shop with a girl, and Coldplay was playing. It was a super casual show, though – friends and family only. Chris Martin came over and stood right by us. While he was talking with us, he was casually playing a new instrument they got for one of their songs – a water hose. That’s right, the new big thing with Coldplay was that all of their songs after Viva la Vida were recorded using only household garden instruments.
Then, in my dream, I woke up to find that I had been sleeping outside on a stone slab near the base of a house surrounded by snow. It was very cold. I knocked on the door of the house, and an Ex President of the United States (I think it was Reagan) answered the door. He told me that this was the Mt. Everest base camp, and I needed to climb to the top of the mountain, but that I could sleep on his stone slab whenever I wanted. I thanked him for his hospitality, and started walking towards the summit.
That’s when I was awakened by a phone call.
Tsk tsk! What would have happened if I had gotten to finish my dream? Would I have made it to the top? Would Coldplay have been waiting for me?
The world will never know.
