where I was opening a hotel kitchen in a new hotel with Elon Musk . At the end of the day we said our goodbyes and I went outside for my ride, although I was staying in the same hotel in which I worked, a car soon arrived to take me there. The driver was Barack Obama who proceeded to drive me around the parking lot 2 or 3 times while engaging me with the most wondrous conversations and pearls of wisdom. He let me off at the hotel entrance and promised to get me again tomorrow. I then went to my room which seemed to have some sort of pocket universe in it as I kept finding new rooms attached to it that were part of the suite.

Long story short, I had a chunk of wood stuck in my shin from tripping on a railroad tie. It was swollen, so my dad told me (in his southern accent) “go get you a tater & slice it and stick it on there”. I didn’t know whether he was pulling my leg or not, but I did it. That night i slept with that tater stuck on my shin with medical tape. I dreamed Johnny Winter was sitting on a couch, and when i excitedly went to talk to him, he reached behind his back and whipped a potato at me. 😂🤣 The next morning, that tater had drawn the chunk of wood plum outta there.

when I fell asleep watching the news on CNN, and one time I dreamed about Boris Yeltsin and another time about Nelson Mandela. I don't remember what they were doing in those dreams, but I think they just sort of crept in because they were on tv when I dozed off. I thought it was pretty weird at the time.

Oddly, I have never dreamed about Trump even though he's my waking nightmare.

I wanted to ask him about his car, a Porsche 911 Targa. He invited me in for a beer. We ended up discussing he's and Angelina Jolie's breakup. I told him I was hoping they would be able to remain in good terms after.

We were opposing players in a soccer match. I got the better of him by scoring a goal at the near post. In real life, the only goal I would likely get is an own goal.

It was one of those dreams one has from from time to time that seem as though they're real.

In the dream, the band was having a difficult and frustrating session in which they couldn't quite nail down the sound they were after. Eventually, the producer suggested that everyone take a break.

Most left, but Keith Richard and Charlie Watts remained in the studio, smoking cigarettes and staring off into space. In the control room, only the recording engineer and I remained. Eventually, with his cigarette dangling from his lip, Richard began jamming on a riff.

Sensing something powerful in the riff, I overstepped my boundaries a bit by sidling up to the recording engineer and muttering, "Roll tape." With a shrug, the engineer began to record.

Before long, Watts joined Richard with a powerful drum fill, and the two of them were off to the races. By the time the rest of the band returned, we had recorded the base tracks one hears on the song now known as "Gimme Shelter."

I have no idea why. Just last night, I dreamed I was holding a baby, and Cher came up, and the baby said, "It's Cher!"

Seriously...best dream I ever had - so angry when I woke up...

Tom Petty and Mike Campbell - their touring bus broke down in front of my house and they had to spend the night with us...

So real...Mike and I trading guitar licks, Tom and the wife chatting away...

We cooked them supper, they ate, got on the bus and I woke up...

the face looking back at me was that of Charles Bukowski.

My jaw dropped, I blinked a couple times, and smiled broadly.

This was maybe 30 years ago, and it means a lot to me.

And I had a dream with Kamala and Tim before the election. I was in an indoor food court/entertainment area. Tim was selling food. I bought food from him. He was smiley and fun. Kamala approached me and started chatting, as her usual outgoing self. I awakened feeling upbeat and honored.

Now that was some weird dream eh???