Last night, as so often happens, Robert Redford was in my dream! His visits are always such a delight. Last night I dreamed that we were at a street fair, and we stopped so that Bob (Robert Redford) could give a woman his autograph.
In the process, somehow he managed to deface a stone marker, and a mob of angry people
began to chase us.
While Bob got clean away, I inadvertently became trapped in a chicken-wire enclosure covered with flowers and vines, just like Peter Rabbit caught in the gooseberry net.
As the crowd of angry street-fair attendants surrounded me. I managed to break free of the chicken wire and escaped in the nick of time.
Robert Redford and I met up with an old friend, Paul Gassenheimer, whose picture I can't find, so just imagine a short curly-haired guitar player with a mustache.
Some young guy that I didn't know offered us a tiny jar of creme because we all had become sunburned at the street fair, and I put some on my arm and said "Wow, a little of this goes a long way!"
And that was the end of that dream.
This all reminds me of one of my favorite Guster songs, "I Spy."
