I dreamed I finally posted something

By Rick Hempy

I haven't posted for a very long time. I'm trying to "out-slack" Linda. She has an excuse... looking for property on the gulf so that she can establish a home for old hippies.

I've been thinking about returning to the "dream theme". You all know that I fancy myself a songwriter, and since some of my dear friends here, have allowed me to share that title with the real writer, Danny, I felt obligated to annoy you with something I wrote about a dream I had some time ago. It's a true story... sort of. I know the spirit of Smiling Heart is serious, but I hope there is also room for some occassional levity. Please forgive my lame attempt.


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I dreamed last night I was drinkin'
in bar called Heaven's Gate.
An angel waitin' tables
told me it's gettin' late.

Saint Peter was the bouncer,
and God was schleppin' beer.
I heard him holler "last call!"
"drink up... get outta here!"

Saint Peter called a taxi,
and Jesus picked me up.
He dropped me off at Hell's Motel,
where the devil was the clerk.

He said "son we're glad to have ya,
Hope you enjoy your stay...
cuz you just my be here for a while,
if you don't change your ways".

(chorus)
So I'm sittin' in the Nickel,
tryin' to be a better man.
It must be workin'
cuz I think I'm feelin
better than I am.

(the dream continues... chapter two)

I was sittin' in group therapy,
whinin' about my life,
when in walked my new girl friend
with my soon to be ex-wife.

They recounted my lies in great detail,
and I had to confess.
When I was through, the group got up
and promptly kicked my ass.

So I'm sittin' in the Nickel,
tryin' to mend my wounds.
One more shot & I'm sure
that I'll be feelin' better soon.

I know I should be goin'
but there's time for just one more.
I'll be ten feet tall and bullet proof,
by the time I hit that door.

able to leap tall buildings in a single bound...

(at that point, the dream became all about flying, but that's another story)