I was fast asleep and dreaming. I was a little older and playing in a band. I think Steve Law was there. Looked like he was playing guitar...

I was hunched over my keyboards... we were playing outdoors to a huge crowd. It was late afternoon. There was a gorgeous sunset. Suddenly there was this god awful noise, like the speakers had blown but louder... I looked up as Steve yelled "What the fuck?!" I saw the entire world around consumed by this intense burst of hot white light that engulfed everything. It was heading straight for me. I ducked when WHAM! It had totally consumed me and I thought now the pain would come, but I felt this overwhelming warmth and then my conciseness expanded... expanded rapidly to the furthermost stars and beyond. I could still sense my body and then I could see it hunched there, a shell, and my stomach felt hollow as my field of comprehension grew at a pace. It was at that point that I woke and repeated the dream over and over until I got up and fixed the coffee.

I did not die. I woke up! But something happened!

As I rode to work I started singing

I lay my head on yer pillow,
fires burning at the window...

A lovely melody grew there... I sang those few words over and over till I got to Docklands when a few more words appeared...

They said you'd be cold of heart...

But damit! That's it... I can't remember the rest. That's it! End of story...