My name is Bob, and I teach high school in Lincoln Nebraska, but that was before the accident which left me in a coma. at My Story begins during the summer of 2008. I was in the middle of a one-month vacation, complete with sight-seeing, going to the beach during the day, and going to clubs at night with my new wife Shelly.
I met Shelly two years ago while teaching math. Shelly was teaching history. Being a school teacher and married to another school teacher has its benefits. We both made pretty good money, and we got 3 months off during the summer. Shelly and I got married after only four months of dating.
Shelly had a son from a previous marriage, so I became an instant dad. Shelly and I are in our mid-forties, and Jack, our son was thirteen.
An Accident put me in a life-threatening coma.
We went to LA to visit a friend of mine and while there, I got into an accident. We were in Long Beach and I ran across the street to buy some sunblock.
I wasn’t paying attention and I stepped out in front of a couple of teens who were racing their cars up and down East Ocean Blvd. I don’t remember being hit. I am not sure I even saw it happen.
The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed at Long Beach Memorial Hospital with tubes coming out of me. My wife and son were hovering over me, and Shelly was yelling: “He’s awake, He’s awake!”
I remember being in a great deal of pain, especially my head. I looked down the bed and saw that I was in a total body cast. I vaguely remember the doctor coming in and talking to Shelly about my condition. Then I faded into darkness. I later learned that I entered into a coma.
My alter life begins
I woke up to the phone ringing. I reached over to answer it, and Jackie, my manager was yelling at me. “What the hell are you still doing in bed? You were supposed to be here over an hour ago. I’m sending a car over to pick you up in twenty-minutes and you had better be ready!”
I jumped out of bed and took a fast shower. I noticed that I was in a fancy hotel room. I got dressed and there was a knock at the door. It was a limo driver. He picked up my suitcase and I grabbed my two guitars and we left for Nashville International airport.
When I drove up, the other band members were already there and ready to go. We boarded a private jet with, “Kyle Miller Experience” painted on the side. Kyle was my boss.
The Kyle Miller Experience
I was in the Kyle Miller band. I played the guitar and sang. We were leaving Nashville, heading for Seattle for another sold-out performance. This was the beginning of a twelve-day non-stop tour of west coast venues, starting in Seattle and ending in San Diego.
Then we go back to our home base in Nashville for a three-day rest, then it’s off again. This was just part of our thirty-two-week tour, playing world-wide, 158 gigs, promoting our new album.
I was in the Kyle Miller band. The hottest country-rock band in the world. Everywhere we go, it’s first-class all the way. We stay at the best hotels, eat the best food, and just about every night, there was an after-concert party.
Kyle’s business partner was really a smart dude. We actually make money from our parties. Fans pay more than a thousand dollars each just to be invited to our after-concert party. In most cities we invite about 150 people to our party, so we are making an extra $150,000 a night in addition to the concert.
I usually only stay at the parties for about an hour, then I go back to my room. Some of the other band members party most of the night.
I start having strange dreams.
Sometimes when I sleep, I have a reoccurring dream. It’s not a visual dream, it’s just a voice in my head, “Wake Up Bob.” This dream has been going on for a few weeks now. Over and over again, I hear this strange message in my sleep. I can’t seem to get this voice out of my dreams.
After one of my concerts, I went to the after-concert party and skipped out after about an hour. I was very tired, so I went back to my hotel room and went to bed.
I started having that same dream again, but this time it seemed louder, and more clear. “Wake up Bob, Bob Wake Up!” Suddenly in my dream, my eyes popped wide open. Several people were staring down at me. “There you are, how do you feel?” This is when the dream ended.
The next morning I woke up and started thinking about the dream I had. Who were those people? It seemed like they knew me.
Flying to Dallas Texas, and playing at the American Airline Center.
Another sold-out event, and an after-concert party for about 200 people. I left the party after about ninety-minutes and went back to my hotel room to go to bed.
As I was falling asleep, I wondered if I was going to have that strange dream again. Sure enough, as soon as I got to sleep, the voices came back again. “Wake Up! “Can you hear me?”
My eyes popped open and again people were standing around me. A girl said, “He’s awake.” She seemed to be overjoyed and started crying. “He’s awake, he’s awake, he’s going to be OK”
Wait a minute, is this a dream? No, I’m awake! I then started to recognize the girl who was talking to me. It was Shelly, my wife. She was holding my hand and hugging me. She said, “Oh my god, he’s back”
It took me several minutes to understand that this was not a dream, this was real. My other life as a band member was actually a dream. All of this time I had been sleeping. “Wow, what a trip!”
Recovering from the coma.
I spent the next month in the hospital recovering from a few broken bones and a coma. I went through a couple of weeks of rehab, walking down the hall of the hospital, getting my strength back.
We are finally on the road back home to Lincoln Nebraska. I told my family about the crazy dream I had while I was in a coma. I talked about being on the road and the Kyle Miller band. I talked about the parties and what it was like playing gigs every night.
I finally figured it all out.
Now that my head is cleared, I have it all figured out. I was vacationing in Long Beach California and was struck by a car that was racing another car. I had several broken bones, a head injury, and I slipped into a three-day coma.
It was during those three days, while in a coma, that I lived the life of a celebrity band member. It seemed so real!
For some unknown reason, I was aware of the music industry. I remembered all of the concert venues I played at, the back rooms and after-concert parties. I knew what a Band Call was, and a presser, a 360 deal.
The reality was, I was never good at playing anything musical. I tried to p[lay the drums once, but I sucked at it. Let’s face it, I am not a musician. In fact, I have a hard time playing a stereo.
Back to my old life.
A year has gone by since my accident. I am back to teaching math. Our son, Jack mentioned that he wanted to learn how to play the guitar. Shelly and I talked it over and decided to buy Jack a guitar, and pay for lessons.
We went to a music store to look at guitars. Jack sat on a stool and tried out several of the guitars. Jack picked up a used beautiful Martin HD28 guitar for $3200
Jack played the guitar a few minutes and said, “this one really sounds good, what do you think?” I said that one sounded good, but what do I know?
Jack said, “well it’s between this one and that one” pointing to another guitar handing on the wall. Jack said, “here, hold this one while I try that one.”
When he handed me the Martin, it felt like an electric went off in my head. It seems so familiar. This was the kind of guitar I played in my dream when I was in a coma.
As I held the guitar I couldn’t stop the urge to try to play it.
Wait a minute, I don’t know who to play the guitar. I sat on a stool and borrowed a pick from Jack. Jack said, “why do you want a pick?” “I said I am not sure, but I would like to try this thing out.”
For some reason I felt like I could actually play, then this happened. I went into a complicated musical melody like I have been playing all my life. I wasn’t just good, I was great! Everyone in the music store stopped and made a circle around me as I played.
I looked up and saw Jack and Shelly in total shock with their mouths dropped open in disbelief.
Shell said, “What the hell?” I just shrugged my shoulders, what was I going to say? Somehow during my coma, I acquired music skills. This was a complete mystery, or maybe I crossed over into a parallel dimension.
I guess my son won’t be needing those guitar lessons after all.