So I’m a little bit of a weird guy.  I had this absolutely vivid dream the night before last that I was a world-famous singer-songwriter.  And I stopped into my old college town of Fredericksburg, Virginia, where all of my school’s deans and professors came out to greet me and invite me over for coffee.  I was a celebrity.

The reason I was in Fredericksburg was to record a new version of my latest big hit at a local church — this time it would be a gospel version of the song. (Think of U2’s Rattle and Hum album.)  This song, which had been my most popular ever, was called “My Girlfriend Got Eaten by a Gator.”

Here’s the thing — I SWEAR I can remember it perfectly.  It’s stuck in my head.  I was humming it all day yesterday.  If only I knew how to write music, I’d write it down and go all the way to the Grammys.

Update — sorry for not posting a trigger warning for any unfortunate souls whose girlfriends were, tragically, eaten by gators.  My bad.

Photo credit: The Howard Gospel Choir performs at Kulturama in Stockholm.  US Embassy Sweden, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons