I was spending the day with Daryl Hall before the Atlanta show. Strangely enough, we were in my old bedroom sitting on the floor. It was a beautiful sunny day. I asked him lots of questions and he answered them all without reservation. He was very pleasant to be around, and he tended to look me in the eyes when he was explaining things, as if to make sure he was getting his point across. I don't remember all the things I asked him, but I do remember asking if I could see what his CSD shirt looked like. He went to my closet, where all his tour clothes were hanging neatly, and pulled out the shirt. It was a white, long-sleeved soccer shirt with a black collar. It was very long, and I assumed it probably came down to his knees. When I had asked to see it, I had told him everyone on the discussion board had been talking about it, and I kissed his forehead. I pulled out another shirt that was hanging up, it was a long white shirt that had Daryl's face airbrushed on it (apparently a fan had given it to him). I told him I had one similar and I wanted to show it to him. I asked him to follow me and he agreed. I was originally going to go into the attic to find the shirt, but instead we went outside to this old house that was abandoned and dilapidated. As we were approaching the house, I asked him, "How do you guys stay in touch on the road?" The question sounded like I was asking how he called home, which wasn't what I meant, so I said, "Ya know, suppose Charlie goes off to get a hamburger or something, how do you reach him if you need to, or does he just know where he's supposed to be at any given time....?" After putting it that way, I realized it was a stupid question. Daryl muttered something about they all knew the schedule and it usually worked out fine. We went into this old house and were walking around. You could tell that it had once been a beautiful house, but without anyone living in it and caring for it, it was in bad disrepair. The kitchen was large, and had some beautiful tortoise-shell tiles on parts of the wall. There was also a restaurant booth (a large corner booth) in shambles, and I remarked how beautiful it would be fixed up and refinished. It was made of a dark wood with red leather or vinyl cushions. I remember thinking some of the house's furnishings would look great in the log home we plan to build in Alaska. Later in the dream, I was asking my dad if tiles were easier than a backsplash and he laughed and said, "No, I had a heck of a time installing your backsplash because..." and explained and I realized I had meant to ask if tiles were cheaper (I knew they weren't). I kept thinking I wanted tiles in my kitchen in Alaska.

**Remember: This is ONLY a DREAM!**