Over a year ago I had a weird dream regarding Mudcat.

I was traveling North on a strangely high road, ahead I saw a flashing sign: "Max' Cafe". I stopped and entered. Blues played on the jukebox. It was the wee hours of the morning; few were in the Cafe. One man asked me where was I from.

"Mississippi." I said.

"What do you bring us from Mississippi?" he asked, winking at a man that who was seated behind me.

"More questions than answers," I responded.

"Can you play this guitar?" the man behind me asked.

I took the instrument, and a grand guitar it was! I picked a little bit of "Avalon, My Hometown" and broke in to "Sittin' on Top of the World".

"You must be khandu!" said the first man.

"That's me," I answered.

At that moment a silly looking naked man with an exceptionally tiny "patterson" entered the Cafe, and the first man said, "Spaw, don't start no crap this early in the morning."

That really is a true dream I had (except for the last paragraph! The dream actually ended when I answered my identity question.)

khandu