Had a dream Sunday night where I slowly approached a room on the second floor. The door was open and when I looked in, there was Bob Dylan. He was seated before a table, back to the door, alone by himself. Was sort of surprised by the scenario.
On the table, laying on its back, was an electric mandolin. Bob Dylan was playing and picking the strings as if he was playing a slide guitar. The music was a combination of notes and extended feedback.
He was singing over it in a gruff and brusque way. A new song. Don't know whether he had recently recorded it or whether he was still working on it.
Listened to Bob Dylan for awhile and Decided not to say anything.
Then I woke up.