Big city. Big star.

I move to NYC. My apartment is big, dingy and cluttered. I climb stairs to reach it and after I enter, I bolt the door. I start to walk in but turn and put the chain on the door also. I am walking or running down a city street and ask someone where the nearest subway stop is. I know without getting an answer that there is one behind me a few blocks and one ahead but they are for different trains. I don’t know which one I need but I continue on the direction I was going. I am on my way to meet Dave. Then we are walking down a narrow street and a bright yellow SUV turns suddenly across the street and squeals to a stop blocking traffic. A woman in a brown leather jacket jumps out and yells, “This is a robbery!” Dave and I melt backwards into the crowd that has formed. Dave slips away before I am able. As we walk away, I see a couple I know and tell them that I just got back to town. They say great and that they’ll have to tell Chris and someone else. I don’t know who any of these people are.

I am back in the same apartment, but it is not mine although I am living there. There are several people watching TV in the bedroom. I tell a woman that I ate some of the lamp chops in the fridge and hope that is ok. The woman is Sharon Osborne. A man I don’t recognize tells me it’s fine, to make myself at home. Then I am sitting at dinner telling a rock star how I’ve been living with a rock star. Either I am telling Ozzy Osborne about ho I met another rock star friend of his or I am telling another rock star about living with Ozzy. I am not aware of any cameras recording the TV show “The Ozbornes” for Mtv.