You may doubt me, but i assure you every single part of this story is absolutely true.
I was in college. Georgetown, senior year, 1996. It was finals time, first semester. I lived with a couple other guys who were into Phish, and we had just gotten our mail order new years run tickets. Philly and Boston- got ‘em all. Psyched. Very psyched.
One night I was deep asleep in my bed in a vivid dream state. At the New Years show in Boston, I was awash in purple, pink, and deep blue lights in the middle section of the floor. I didn’t necessarily see others, but those lights were covering me like waves. I felt and heard the music emanating from the stage; this was certainly more lucid than my average dream. Yet, there was a twist. Instead of hearing Phish play Phish music, they were playing Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody.” They were playing it really well- nailing it! They built the song masterfully to its classic crescendo, “Beelzebub has a devil put a side for me- for me- for meeeee”….SILENCE! At the very peak of the song, the Wayne’s World headbanging part- the whole reason the song is so amazing- the sound went out. I’m not sure what happened in my dream after that. I don’t recall anything else. My dream simply ended there.
The next morning, I went down to the basement to tell my friend, Jon, about the dream. I just told him what happened and how weird it was. I had to share it with someone. That was that. We took finals, partied, and went home for break. Fast-forward to the afternoon of the 31st. Jon, a few friends, and I were grabbing lunch at a Boston deli; one of those delis that has a completely open kitchen right across the counter. We were eating sandwiches in a booth, and as we ate, “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on the radio station playing in the deli. As the song progressed into, “I see a little silhouetto of a man. Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango?”, a chef behind the counter began to sing along with the household lyrics. Then, the other chefs joined in, prompting some people in line to begin singing the song as well! We followed suit and sang the different parts leading up to the peak when everyone laughed, and some imitated Wayne and Garth as the ripping guitar line came in. Oooookaay….That was a pretty strange experience. A minute or two later, I remembered the dream for the first time since the day after I had it. I then told the dream to my friend Mark as we finished our sandwiches. Jon joked, “There’s your second omen.” We laughed.
Fast forward. The show. Set 3. 2001>1997…Happy New Year!!! Feeling great- smack dab in the moment. I was catching up with myself after a blistering mid-set Antelope. They were taking a little more time then usual between songs. Then the stage lights dimmed to nothing. Four white spotlights lit each member simutaneouslyas they sang–”Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.” I had the strangest sensation. Was I dreaming? Was I the only one experiencing this? I was pretty sure I was the only one experiencing it- my own alternate reality-it was the most peculiar sensation. I turned to my left, not totally sure if I would see Jon, who had been there the whole show. As I moved my head, not sure if I was there or not, I saw him. “Is this happening? Is this really happening?” I asked, somewhat desparately, needing figure out what was going on. While in disbelief, he assured me he was seeing and hearing the same thing. I didn’t believe him. I kept asking and he kept telling me the same thing, and then suggested that I stop asking and be there and enjoy it. I was in a state of hyper-reality, I really wasn’t sure what to make of this experience, but I gathered my wits and raged the anthem right through the headbanging crescendo. The set ending Julius that followed, though spiced up with the choir, gave me plenty of time to freak out about the surreal nature of what had just transpired.
I had been effected; touched by something that I had never been touched by before. I felt distinctly different and straight baffled for the rest of the night as we made our way through the frigid, coldest-ever, Boston evening back to a friends apartment for some intense relaxation. Soon after leaving the show, I remembered the final piece to this bizarre tale. The night before, the 30th in the Fleet Center, in the middle of the first set Funky Bitch, the PA went out for a couple minutes of silence, as the band pretended to play on! Really? Yes.
Enjoy this video memoir to one of my most existential experiences to this day.
12/31/96 The Fleet Center, Boston, MA
*With Boston Community Choir
12/30/96 The Fleet Center, Boston, MA
Set I: , , , , , 1, 2, ,
2 The PA went out in the middle, however the band continued “playing”, including an “air drum solo” by Fishman