I'm in a bar and Charlie Bishop is playing a sax quietly along with the band. I tell him he should do a solo and he's says he really can't. He's half in the bag. I ignore him and start chanting "Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!"Some of the patrons are old Y&R folks and they tell me to knock it off. Finally Charlie takes a solo and he's terrible. He makes the sax quack and can't get a decent sound out of it and I totally embarrass him. Mary Grahms and a couple others glare at me. I apologize to Charlie.
I'm walking down Jefferson near the city limits. A black car pulls up and it's filled with Jewish guys wearing black Yarmulkas. They get out and attack some guys and knife them in the crotch. I start running and climb up a tree and just as they get to me I wake up.
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