How's this for a dream?
I was going to label this post "Fuck You", but I didn't want to get sent to the jury.
Here are the characters in my dream:
Me
Jorma Kaukonen (guitarist for the band Hot Tuna)
Jack Casady (bass player, Hot Tuna)
My wife
Some British guy
Claudia (some random woman, in her 20's)
Some tigers
The young Cassius Clay (I transformed to become him)
I'm sitting outside somewhere. Bunch of people walking around. I'm at a picnic table.
Voice behind me: What's up, Rubberneck?
I turned around and it was the young version of Jorma, with long hair.
Apparently, we were old friends. We embraced each other while jumping up and down in a circle.
Jorma: Let's get us a milkshake.
We went and got our milkshakes, and were walking around some outdoor flea market.
Ran into my wife, introduced her to Jorma. They fell in love immediately.
Wife turns to me and says: I'm marrying Jorma.
Me: You only met him 30 seconds ago.
Wife: He's my Scandinavian sex symbol and you're not, so fuck you.
Scene shifts and Jorma now has much shorter hair.
Me: Why did you cut your hair?
Jorma: Because fuck you, that's why. We embraced again while laughing.
Scene shifts to me walking down some hallway in an old apartment complex. I hear all this ruckus going on behind a door. I knocked once and cracked the door open.
A loud male voice with a heavy British accent yells: DON'T COME IN HERE, MATE! THERE'S FOOKIN' TIGERS IN HERE, AND THEY'RE MEAN BUGGERS!
I quickly closed the door, but a tiger paw punched through the door and was trying to take my face off. Then, I physically changed into the young Cassius Clay. I was bobbing and weaving, and avoided the paw. Then, I transformed back into myself and walked away.
Scene shifts to a bar. Wife was standing at the bar, I'm talking to a woman named Claudia (I don't know anyone named Claudia). She was very pretty, and I immediately didn't like her. She was snapping her gum and being a wise ass.
Claudia: Damn, you're old, but I'll have sex with you if you get me a ticket to the Hot Tuna show.
Me: Well....no...I...I don't really want to, but thank you.....
Claudia: FUCK YOU! GET ME A TICKET!
Back at the bar with my wife. Not the usual height for the bar top, it was 7 feet tall.
Wife: You better get Claudia that ticket.
Me: How?
Wife: The Pepsi Cola Co. is sponsoring a ticket giveaway for the Hot Tuna show. They'll be dropping free tickets from the ceiling. Tickets fell from the ceiling. The one closest to us same fluttering down, and landed behind the bar.
Wife: Get the ticket!!!!!!!
Me: How am I going to jump over a 7 foot high bar with a bad back?
Scene shifts back to the flea market. Jack Cassidy has a bunch of tables set up there, selling all this crap. Jorma picks up an old rusted out toy train.
Jorma: Hey look at this, he wants $1,500 for it, and he doesn't even have the original box it came in. Jorma then points to an old shack about 50 feet away. Old barnwood type of thing, only door and window openings, but no doors and windows In the openings. The shack is only about 12 feet x 12 feet, off its foundation, and looked ready to fall down.
Jorma: Look at that shack. Casady's got all of the money in the world, but he chooses to live in that piece of shit. But whatever you do, don't mention anything about it. He gets mad when anybody talks about his house.
Jack Casady walks toward us, and I get introduce to him. Jorma is standing right beside me. He's trying to low-key talk quietly out of the side of his mouth so Jack wouldn't hear what what he was saying
Jorma: pssst...Don't say anything about his house. Don't say anything about his house. Don't say anything abou...
I looked at Jack and in a voice dripping with exaggerated sarcasm, I said "Nice house, Jack" 
Cassidy yelled at me: FUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUU!!!
That's it.
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Have you ever noticed how he keeps time by raising his eyebrow?
Saw them in 1975, and sometime in the early 90's, both great shows.
I can't remember if Jack was with them at the 90's show. A guy name Michael Falzarano (spelling?) was on guitar as well. 
The answer is, no, I am not, I never do have enough ventilation!
I just woke up a few minutes ago, and right when I woke up, I was thinking that when I reach the point where I am clear-coating all of the pieces, I am going to have to get one of those garage door screens that you can attach with magnets so I can get some air moving in the garage.
Whenever I have my garage door open, insects will find their way in, and if they find their way onto a clear coated piece while the coat is drying, they get stuck on the piece. Then I've got problems.
I was thinking about that just before I read this post.
You're a psychic! You actually predicted what my first thought was today!
I hope so. They're the best! 
