I had a "Gordontime Dream" last night for the first time in recent history. In my dream, Gord looked the same as he did in about 1980. He was doing a private concert for Corfidians only. The venue was very small and intimate (like a coffee house type of place) that had sofas and overstuffed chairs instead of regular theater seats. There were only about two dozen of us there. Instead of staying on the stage, Gord would walk up to each individual and sing a few lines of each song, while looking into the person's eyes. I remember feeling so shy, I could barely make eye-contact with him! It was delicious!!! After the concert, there was a big pool, and we all went swimming. (I wonder if the swimming pool has any Freudian significance?
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