We were in Korea, playing a gig in Seoul sometime in the ‘oughts (we were time travelers, remember?), and I was asked to speak about my time in the country. I was honest, talking about the good and the bad, which didn’t seem to entertain the audience much; when I looked back, the band was wide-eyed, as if I’d just insulted someone’s mother.
The next thing to happen in the dream? I blacked out.