TITLE: ONE FOR THE ROAD PEN NAME: THE BLUE ROSE I was sitting in my dining room with a few band members from Mr. Sinatra's band. We were just hanging out and chatting, when we heard Frank singing "The Lady is a Tramp" as he walked into the room. He was wearing a royal blue shirt made from a shiny material, tight fitting around his body, black tailored pants. The shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, and he really looked relaxed. He appeared to be in his mid 40's, and he looked so healthy. His eyes against his shirt were bright and lucid. As he sang, he telepathically began to speak to us, saying that he was so appreciative of all of the accolades since his death, and he stayed down a little longer to watch. By the time he stood in front of me, the song was over and he looked and (also telepathically) said to me, I guess it's about time to leave. He picked up his coat and put it on, smiling. I was mentally told him how much I'd miss him, and as he was about to (verbally) reply to me, the alarm rang and I woke up. I can't help but wonder what he was about to say.
