i had a funny dream last night that i had forgotten until lunch; i ate some mexi-corn that needed salt. is there any significance to that?

anyway, i was at a mall advising women on how to buy shorts for their body type. one of the girls casually mentioned to me that Ray Charles was giving a concert in the center court. it didn't seem odd to me that poor Ray (rest his soul) is dead, but i went over to check it out.

a small crowd was gathered around an upright piano, set up on something that looked like a studio stage at my old high school in the drama department. sure enough, Ray Charles was up on stage, giving a cool, jazzy concert. he wasn't singing, just sitting at the piano with his back to everyone. on the bench next to him sat my brother (who also seemed to be Ben Folds) and they played together on the piano. then Ray got up and went over to play some drums...followed by a tenor sax while my brother/Ben Folds played piano.

after a time, my brother moved over to play drums and i sat down to play piano with them. Ray picked up another brass instrument and played that as we started into another jam of...something.

rest in peace, Ray. i'm sure there's lots of music in Heaven.