Ed is going to Bettys Pies

My dreams as of the last two nights have been solely centered around Vocal Jazz. Perhaps because I have been seeing the Vocal Jazz Cabaret show for the past six nights, or perhaps it is a sign of horrible things to come.

Two nights ago was something about cleaning out John Miller's friend's summer house's attic, and the kids in vocal jazz were there to help, and there were watches... I don't know. It was strange.

But last night, I dreamed of the terrible reality of transporting vocal jazz equipment on an open-bed truck. I was not involved in this. I was in the car with Joe, driving past a park on the left, and I saw a microphone stand in the middle of the road.
"Turn around!" I said. "That's a vocal jazz stand. I might as well pick it up" So he did turn around, and I saw the true horror. There were mic cables strewn everywhere in the grass! Even the snake! The poor snake had somehow fallen from its box and gotten tangled up in a mess. I was ready to call the American Society for the prevention of cruelty to sound equipment. But oh, the horrors continue. The sound board itself! Not even in its protective case, just sitting there! It was just dumped on the corner like a baby with no diaper! And it was raining! I was about to hurl. I asked Joe for the phone, and immediately dialed TTG (which for some reason, Joe put in his phone as TTG Thielen-Gaffey). Unfortunately, her three-year-old daughter picked up, and said "Hewwo?"
"Is Tina there? Hello? Is this Tina?"
"My face is wed."
"That's nice, can I talk to Tina?"
At this point, somebody named Sue got on the phone.
"Who is this"
"This is... who is this? I need to talk to Tina." I don't have a clue why I kept calling her Tina. That's just strange. Everybody calls her TTG.
"This is Sue. What do you need?"

At this point, I woke up.

And when I went to the shop today to work, everybody ended up singing all kinds of songs from the Cabaret show. And I thought I was done with it!