mike can't hear - baked bean pizza fest corpse

dream from this morning:

apostle of solitude was playing a large fest somewhere. we had set up all the gear hours in advance and the hall was packed full of rabid metal fans. except suddnely mike couldn't hear his bass, so i had to move all my stuff to the opposite side of the stage, putting the show on hold.

i had to run out to my truck to grab some stuff. on the way i passed lots of fans in the front of the venue smoking cigarettes. shane from hellwinkle came up and asked how things were going. we walked back toward the venue and had a quick conversation.

the stage crew had dismantled my full marshall stack as i fumbled around for my gig bag. i finally found it but it was bigger than usual and very heavy. i unzipped the top and piles of baked beans spilled out of it, along with pizza crust. as i dug further inside, i found a bunch of old set lists, soaking wet, along with a wet pillow. finally, as i reached further into the dark bag my hand grazed something stiff. it was a small elderly man who had passed away. somehow he had crawled into my bag at the baked bean pizza festival we had played weeks before, and was still in rigor mortis. i knew instantly i would have to explain this to his family somehow.

then i woke up.




the end?