Maybe chalk this up to the Nyquil I was swigging last night, but I had a vivid dream which I remember vividly, but don’t understand:

Cheap Trick is playing a concert at the beach (something like the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk summer concert series, which features yesteryear acts like Night Ranger, Boys II Men, etc.)

But the band seems upbeat and excited about the gig, and I am happily surprised to see it’s the complete original lineup.  I lay out my towel and go swimming in the ocean.  When I come back, I somehow get a copy of the band’s set list, and I am excited to see that they will be doing two covers of ska songs by the Specials and The Selecter,

but I am disappointed they won’t be playing “Hello There,” their one and a half minute power pop gem with which they opened their most famous album, “Cheap Trick At Budokan.”

So I screw up the courage to ask lead singer Robin Zander if he wouldn’t mind playing “Hello There.”  He agrees, and he’s very nice about it.  I’m thrilled.  I listen to the band play “Hello There” and a few other songs, but then turn around and notice the beach has been completely eroded by the incoming tide.  In fact, my towel, keys, etc have been swept away.

But I am not concerned.

Any shamans, psychoanalysts or new age seers out there?