I dreamed of Bob Marley- but did not get the

chance to meet him. My dream begins in a stereotypical

hotel room. I am with all of my close friends and we are

excited over the approaching Marley and the Wailers

concert.

In the next scene I am walking around the concert grounds

and stage area before any people have arrived.

I look at the instruments on stage and walk around to the side

the stage where the Green Room resides.

The door is green and as smoke billows out of its cracks and

crevices, I realize that all of the musicians and Bob Marley

are inside. I reach for the door handle and as my excited

state of anticipation peaks, I wake from my dream.