I dreamed of Bob Dylan, last night.

I dreamed of Bob Dylan, last night. He was just outside the coffee bar where I used to go when I was I child, with his harmonica slung around his neck and his guitar in his hands. Then someone started to sing “I Shall be Released” (the line that goes “I see my life come shining from the west down to the east”). I started to sing too and soon everybody was singing. At this point Dylan raised his head, he looked surprised, and he was crying. He joined us, and we all ended up singing and crying together.

Oh, I was crying so badly, even when I woke up I was still crying.