I’ve determined that when I am stressed out I tend to dream about Live in some way, shape, or form. Some people have worry stones, I have a rock band. Last night I had a dream that I was in an apartment or home or room with Chad Taylor, the guitarist. I couldn’t even tell you what we were doing. It was one of those dreams where only certain parts seem to snap back to memory when you wake up. I remember rubbing his back and just marveling at the feel of his skin on my hand. I also remember asking if they were going to come to Dallas anytime soon and him shaking his head and saying “no”.
For a supposed-to-relieve-my-stress dream it sure bit the big one.
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