I was on vacation in the Caribbean. We walked through and old town or market. It was winding down as people were getting ready to go home. We might have been on a cruise visiting a place like Jamaica or something. I met a guy who played the steel drums. He sat down in front of me and started playing Jesus Messiah. I stayed there talking with whomever was there with me. I didnt see the person. Hurricane season was coming so everyone was cleaning up and closing up. I walked to the other side of the street where the music store was. There were a few things open but most everything was being covered with big, clear plastic tarps. I felt that I had been here before and was being left behind.
I woke up with that song playing in my head.