in a hospital, recording with Bob

I was on a lake and with some other people and we were cutting ice to use for summer because we didn't have refridgeration. Then suddenly I'm on a river, a crazy roiling river, and there is a woman there that I know but I can't remember who she is, and she is helping people raft down a set of insane rapids on small pieces of carpet. Then suddenly again, I'm in a hospital. I'm not sick though, and I don't know why I was there. I don't think I was visiting anyone. Then I see Bob Dylan there, and he says, hey mister anchovy, you gotta help me. I have to record this song. So, we start looking around for an examination room. We found one, but there was a doctor in there. He said, no problem guys, I could use a break, and he sits back and puts up his feet on the desk. Bob pulls out a 1970s cheapo cassette recorder, the kind with a "condensor mic", pulls out his guitar and hands me a uke. Now, I'm not a uke player, and I told him so, but he said don't worry, you'll do fine. We start playing this song, and I can't remember it at all, and I'm trying to accompany Bob on uke, but one of the strings seems to be growing and doing whatever it wants to do. I mention this to Bob, and he says, hey don't worry, nobody will know the difference.