Beware the Ides of March!

I've another one of those weird feelings that something odd is going to happen. Probably this spring fever mess. Of course, with me, there's always a slight chance something odd is going to happen, anyway.

I had a dream last night that some strange stuff went down. I got arrested for inciting a riot by just showing up. We arrived in this town to play a show, and were greeted by all these people with protest signs. As I walked out on stage with my guitar, a half-dozen police officers came up behind me with billy clubs. They didn't even hesitate to start hitting me. I fought back, and somehow made it out of the venue. When we got outside, I realized my stuff was still inside. "We have to go back in and get it," I said. Pretty much all the people who came to hear us were outside with us. There were only a handful of them, and they were running from the cops, as well. I was hoping they'd volunteer to go with me, but I woke up before anything else happened in the dream. Before I awoke, however, I remember getting the distinct feeling I was going to have to do it myself.