A quickie about an odd “dream” that was in progress when I was awakened by the lovely sounds of a cat horking a hairball!
There’s an opening line for ya!
I’m using “dream” in quotes because this was unusual and had overtones of a “more significant” experience.
Here’s what was going on. I was with, of all people, Mick Jagger. Not my usual company! And the way this was going, it had signature attributes of one of my ‘night jobs,’ being, escorting people to the other side when they pass. So after I got up and scoured the hairball from the carpet (eh!), I hopped online to see if there was any news of Mick either being dead or possibly in a coma.
No such event in the news as of 6AM Sunday March 15, 2015.
The attributes of this encounter were, first: he appeared as he looked in his 20’s. This old rocker is in his 70’s now so this was *quite* a noticeable difference!
Next, all activity was of Mick walking and walking around what appeared to be “undeveloped space,” by which I mean, something like you’d see backstage or in a building that did not have its interior areas set up and furnished yet.
While he was walking, I was “there” somehow, right with him, and he kept looking at me. I mean, imagine being a… camera just sort of permanently fixed about 18 inches from a 28-year-old Mick Jagger, and having him, close up, constantly looking into the lens (being me) while also wandering around unfinished environs, and that about sums this up. There was no conversation, just all this eye contact. Let me say, lots of close, direct eye contact with a young Mick Jagger is rather intense.
Oh, and this: an unusual phrase kept repeating in the ethers. Continue reading