Dream 271

I had played a nice musical concert, and the audience were impressed and wanted to know a bit more about me.  I was very gracious and answered all their questions.

While I was playing, I recognized an audience member as Robert Fripp, the guitarist, and I mentioned to the crowd that that they would probably want to meet him, as he was much better known than me and probably far more interesting.  

I met him, shook his hand, and led him and another person into a chamber room.  There were already people sitting there, including someone I thought was a woman but turned out to be Peter Sinfield.

A man stood forward, his face in shadow.  "We need to make a band," he said.  I stood by while Mr. Fripp found a seat.