I woke up in a hotel room in Shanghai–it was a little studio, with the bathtub directly in front of the bed–and noticed someone sleeping in the bathtub.

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My dream was set in the 1880s or 1890s. I was the 19th-century inventor of the streetcar, but I was concerned about it because it seemed really dangerous. A lot of people had been dying. I thought of a recent headline about a 7-year-old boy who had been running across the tracks and been hit by the tram and killed. In addition to being an inventor, I was also a musician. I had talked to Martin on the phone and he said he would get me a record deal, so I was on my way with my guitar (on the streetcar) to meet him and the producer. Then I looked around and realized my guitar was gone. I asked a woman waiting there if she’d seen it. She said she had seen a guitar, and I asked her what it looked like. She started saying it was white with pink streaks, and I said, “oh, a solid-body electric guitar?” I looked across the tracks and there were a bunch of huge electric basses lined up–one turquoise blue, one black and white–and said, “Like those? Except a regular guitar, not a bass guitar?” A man walked by and picked up one of the basses and started playing. “I guess so,” said the woman, apologetically. “I don’t know much about this kind of thing.”