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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : It could've been the greatest show on earth, but then the DREAM was over..."

It could've been the greatest show on earth, but then the DREAM was over...

Pink Floyd was supposed to come over to our house to do some recording. We were in a house that was a combination of our current house, the house we lived in on Grant street in Colorado (because we had our painting studios in the basement) and my parent's house. We were waiting and we had a feeling they were going to be late. Supposedly David Gilmour called and said he was on the way, and then an orange Alied moving van pulled up in front of our house with their gear. Some manager person came and scoped out our house as far as where to put the equipment (they had to bring their own equipment, obviously, because we didn't have any). We had to quickly put the dogs away in their kennels and make sure they didn't escape out the front door. Stan said something jokingly about knowing that Roger will be really late. I was thinking, "I wonder what Bill (from Biota) will say knowing that I had Pink Floyd in my house." I was looking at some guitars that were in the room and touching them with my bare feet. I kept waiting in anticipation for when Roger showed up, but alas, I woke up.

Hmmm...I wonder when this dream was taking place, anyway?

By Ann @ 20:46 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..