I see the crystal visions

Call me crazy, but since I got my first Covid vaccination a few weeks ago, I have had unusually vivid dreams most nights. Some of them are of the repetitive, frustrating variety, but some of them are pretty entertaining, and a few even resolve themselves, more or less.

A lot of the time I find myself in Las Vegas or New York City, for some reason. This morning I was crossing the street in Times Square. A taxi knocked over a plastic drum that was serving as some kind of road barrier, but no one was hurt; no one even looked. Then I was in a piano bar, where Mick Jagger sang "Angie." By the end, Mick was so moved that he hung his head and cried real tears. 

His piano player, a long-haired guy, merrily banged out another song, mugging at me. The fans were crowded around the piano, partying on and yelling for more. Stepping behind the pianist, I noticed, just above the sheet music, a video screen or window, where I gazed upon none other than Elton John. He was sitting at a big round table, outdoors on a big lawn, with a dozen or so folks seated around the table with him. They were all having a grand time. Elton had on his straw hat, and he was keeping the party amused. "Everybody loves Elton," I thought.

By then, my brain had done whatever it needed to do, and I woke up. But the dream had been unusually intense, and it was on the tail end of several others, whose details I thankfully don't remember, all in one night. I didn't get out of bed for a long time, and when I did, I felt like I had been somewhere else, far away, for quite some time. It left me a little groggy, actually.

If you haven't had the shot yet, be prepared for some fireworks in your dream world. It's like a free Netflix subscription.

Of course, it could be something else bringing on these visions. Maybe it's the hair. It's been 14 months since I last had it cut.