I dreamt I flew to London and then saw Bryan Ferry. It was probably 30 something year old Bryan Ferry walking in the rain. I thought to myself how interesting that I should happen to see him, he walked out of wherever we were, it was nighttime and he was heading home. But I couldn’t accept leaving him alone and tried to catch up with him. I told him how much I liked his work. He was a little delighted but also wary of people who flatter. I understood and turned the dial down of my gushing. Next thing the scene transformed into a pub, other people arrived. Someone said it was nine in the evening.  How perfect for my situation of having just landed, dealing with jet lag. I told him how impressed I was all those years ago when he covered Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall and how cool it was, a month after John Lennon was murdered, when Roxy Music released a cover of Jealous Guy and the fantastic saxophone solo. I wanted to ask, since he was a Londoner, if he could tell me about places to site see since I would have a few days there. Like after reading the book by Howard Kaylan about being in London in the 60s and going to some bar where the Beatles regularly held court, I wondered if Bryan Ferry could point me to where those yesteryear places were, just for my tourist curiosity. He told me to go fishing. It was an unexpected thing to say but I wasn’t comfortable revealing I didn’t understand my confusion. Last memory was looking for a tackle store.