I dreamt
that Rob Thomascame into Joann Fabric.He was very modest and down-to-earth.He
even reminded meofa fellow that I had helped over the counter onetime.
The setting
wasevening andan evening light grazed the wall to my right.
I spoke with Rob asthough he had
not been a celebrity. He was happy to consort with me, There was a slight
sadness in his eyes that nonetheless seemed not to disrupt his wholeness of
mind.
As he left,
I decided to follow him out. In the parking lot,I called after him.
‘Rob!’
He turned about with a celebrity’s
resolved apprehension.
‘How is the next Matchbox Twenty
album coming along?’
He replied that it was going well,
and then he rushed to get away, embarrassed.
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