eric claytonLast night, I dreamed that the spectre of 1996-era Eric Clayton was assisting me with grocery shopping. He was decked out in his classic stage costume, the black robe with white painted head and shiny bobble-thing on his forehead.

He would float in front of my cart, motioning when I needed to put something into the cart. He would say anything, just point while staring at me with that mournful gaze, peering through my soul.

I have no idea what this may mean. If anything. I’m fairly certain this is just my brain messing with me via the subconscious. This is, however, the first appearance of Eric Clayton in my dreams, joining the ranks of Dave Mustaine of Megadeth and the members of Anthrax.

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