"Mr. Bojangles"

I had a dream where I was videotaping some public street performers, though it wasn't on the street, but some big room, like maybe a train station waiting room that wasn't much bigger than a good-sized apartment. Everyone was standing around, and it was crowded but comfortable. There was someone playing guitar and singing "Mr. Bojangles" and they were pretty good, and I got a little footage. It was okay.

I went back some days later to the same place to get some additional footage, and there was someone ELSE singing "Mr. Bojangles"—also a really nice version. So I got some footage of this person. (I don't remember anything in particular about these performers, now, except that they sang in beautiful, soulful voices.)

I went back another day, kind of haunted by that song and the performances by these public singers. Now there were THREE people singing "Mr. Bojangles!" They were standing in three corners of the room and kind of playing off each other. One person would start the song and another would continue it. Before I was able to set up my camera, they stopped. I noticed that there were SEVERAL people there videotaping, including some professional television crews. Then someone set up a podium and it seemed like something official was to take place. I happened to be directly behind to podium—I had an amazing spot for getting footage of whatever was going to transpire, but nothing ever did. I just filmed from behind the podium, with the podium in the foreground. But there was no longer anyone singing "Mr. Bojangles."