As far as I know, short of his weird performance at this year’s Oscars, I have never seen Bob Dylan in performance, live or otherwise.

It is ironic, then, that I had a very intricate dream last night in which Bob Dylan and I drove a very long way together, in a 1965 Chrysler Newport, so as to attend a Bob Dylan concert.

When we arrived at the concert, it was sold out and Bob Dylan refused to trade on the fact that he was, in fact, actually Bob Dylan, to gain admission to the concert. So we had to get back in the car and go home disappointed.

Somehow the logical paradox of all of this didn’t perplex me in my dream state.