At 1:33am and 3:54am this morning I was startled awake from a sound sleep. The first time there was some one near the house revving a car's engine. The second awakening was caused by someone outside some where apparently coughing his brains out followed by the slamming of a car door.
The very curious part about all this was that each time I awoke, I awoke from a dream, the same dream and at the same point in that dream. The setting of the dream was a great concert hall. I sat in the center mezzanine. Yeah, I do so know what that is... Anyway, there I sat all alone in a white tuxedo with a cloud like feeling about the room. And there, there on the stage stood the great tenor, Luciano Pavarotti. He was singing for me and only me. In that beyond Ave Maria you're lost me, I couldn't tell you what he was singing. I do know that it was hard to tell which of us was enjoying himself more.
I'm sure some one will read a bit into all this given the clouds and the point that Mr. Pavarotti has been dead for nearly two years. They might even suggest what numbers to play. I prefer to think of it all as just a little peace in a week that got away from me.
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