Boviosity!

A few nights ago, I dreamed that I was at a party of college kids, and entertainment and sports figures. I don't remember who any of them were. I was definitely not "one of them" insofar as being a star or an athlete or a student.

Then, I noticed a cassette of "The Dentist's Plan," an opera I'd written 10 years earlier, was on the host's shelf. I wondered if the host, a popular college professor, knew that the creator of this work was at his party, so I sought him out to tell him who I was. The work had never made it onto CD, so the fact that the cassette was so prominently displayed meant that he must really like it.

I found him holding court in his bedroom. He looked a lot like Jesus, but with a cold and calculating look in his eye: what have you to offer me, I'll believe it when I see it, that kind of thing.

A lot of my dreams involve encounters with God, I think. Lately, my Aunt Pearl, Rick Wakeman, and others have taken that place in my dreams. More later. I might use the extended entry to opine on my interpretation. You're welcome to use the comments to insert your own interpretations, although my interpretations of my dreams almost never match others'.