LOL yeah! --although it was ages ago, and I didn't jot down any notes afterwards. The scene was a smallish party...more a social obligation, really, like somebody's wedding reception.

In the dream, I'd fallen asleep on a lawn, and when I woke up, the guys were playing. Totally mellow, first-set vibe, with the band in the sun and me in the shade --think Alpine, only on a much smaller scale and with no seats or cement floor under the pavilion.

Can't remember what they were playing, or if I recognized it in the first place, and the crowd --such as it was-- measured only in the dozens. Could've walked right up to the edge of the stage and started making faces at 'em if I'd been so inclined.

And then I woke up.

I frequently have dreams in which I am in some club or bar, usually for some bizarre reason, and discover that the Dead is like the house band, or the visiting band. You know, the kind of place where there are maybe a dozen tables with a 12-inch high platform/stage stuck in the corner.
I'm always terribly dissapointed when I wake up to find "it was only a dream."

I used to have dreams all the time involving the Dead and they almost always involved them playing at some venue I had never been to and it was really difficult to get inside to the show proper.

I could always hear the tunes faintly in the background and I'd be inside the building but like underneath the venue or back stage or somewhere and it was always like a maze and really difficult to get to the main room where they were playing.

I always make it into the room eventually but the frustration of having to get there always sticks out. Then again, the elation of finally reaching the main room where they're playing- the music is loud, the fans are happy, the light show is in full and bright force, etc.- is always a great feeling in the dream, too.

Many strange dreams with the Dead involved. They would play endless sets, and I still couldn't get close enough to meet any of them. Like when you're running in a dream but aren't getting anywhere.

Had a Dead Dream last night. I was with an old girlfriend and going to a GD show in a big complex on a hill (looked from the outside like Alexandra Palace in London). We queued up to exchange vouchers for tickets Next to the ticket desk was a DJ console; the person spinning the discs before the show was Linda Ronstadt!!! Inside the theatre it looked like a Victorian courthouse with wood panelling and balconies. We were very early and so wandered around the tented city outside looking for some food. Girlfriend got bored and wandered off (no loss there I can assure you!) and I ended up sitting around a campfire talking with a bunch of crusty old deadheads wondering what the show would be like. As we wandered up the hill towards the show I was woken at 6am by the dog scratching on the bedroom door wanting to go outside to water the garden! Never got to see the show or to find out if Brent was there and sang in a raspy voice.

Note 1: I went on a train journey past Alexandra Palace a few weeks ago and thought about the ’74 shows there.
Note 2: I saw Linda Ronstadt on an Emmylou Harris documentary last weekend: she was almost unrecognisably..eeerm…plump.
Question 1. Did any crusty old deadheads meet me in a dream last night?
Question 2: should I seek professional help?