The Ghost and Sapphyre . . . .

I dreamed I went to a small room off an auditorium, the last place John Denver performed (no clue where that was), and looked for his ghost.  I was desperate to find him.  It was a small wood-slat room, there were toys in there because he would see his kids in there and the door had a slot that you could look out and see the seats in the auditorium.  I was calling on him to come back and suddenly his wife busted in FURIOUS and I told her he HAS to come back, we love him we miss him!  And she relented and I got him to come back.  I suggested someone who looked a lot like him that sounded like him, perhaps one of his more talented back up singers or something, we could mold them to be just like him and it would be like having him back.

That dream faded then I dreamed I met a woman and we had a lousy sexual encounter but we were at this function, something military, but it was over and me and some African american guy, obviously a friend, wanted a meatloaf sandwich from a left over meatloaf that was sitting on a table (I know where that came from) and there was only 3 pieces of bread left, two were in a baggie and there was a stone in with them and they'd gotten damp and the third wasn't any good.  We were about to just slice the meatloaf when I remembered a fresh loaf of bread in the refrigerator so I went and got it and before I could make the sandwich I woke up.