Nightmares as vivid as the last one I blogged about are few and far between, especially since The Wire ended and I dumped HBO. It was costing me $50 per month and The Wire was the only show I was watching on it, so I don't miss it in the least. I've had several dreams since then but none have been nearly as interesting as that one!

Last night though I had a very curious dream, in which I was very rich and lived next door to Bob Weir! For those of you who do not recognize the name, he, along with Jerry Garcia, was one of the Grateful Dead's guitar players.

I don't remember much, except being outside doing yard work, and inadvertantly filling up a wheelbarrow with water from a sprinkler. Rather than dump it out on my already well-watered plants, I wheeled it over to my "good buddy" Bobby's house (as if!) to see if he could use it.

As I recall, about half the water splashed out of the thing on the trip over, making it semi-obvious that my efforts were more about finding an excuse to put the chores on hold and schmooze with a rock star than trying to conserve a little bit of water. But Bobby was amicable enough, and we had a nice little chat!

Although I was a big fan of The Dead back in the day, lately I've been listening just about everything else. So I really have no idea where this dream came from, except that I do need to get out and get some yard work done pretty soon. But it was nice to finally have something worth blogging about here!