A few months back I had a strange dream. I’m unsure if it was because I had listened to an album of his at work, but Ronnie James Dio and I walked on I-5 near Goshen, OR.
The odd thing is how there were no cars traveling on the interstate even at the pale morning hours. He was walking ahead of me and though I was asking him questions, he tried to avoid them. I followed him across I-5, entered Goshen and by this time he was warming up to my questions eventually leading to a conversation.
We trekked down a road while having a pleasant conversation before arriving to a house where a party was raging inside. He asked me if I wanted pills for some odd reason but I woke before I took them. I’m not into analyzing dreams but I like to think that although I never got to meet him in person, I met him at some point.