Last Night’s Dreams:
My brother died & I’m out of town with my family for the funeral. The place where we’re staying has a barracks setup with a dozen double beds in the same room. I’m wrapped up in a blanket & it’s time to go to the service, but I can’t get my mind together enough to have the composure to even get out of bed.
I’m running through a parking lot & jump over a car. At the rear of the car where I’m landing there’s a woman sitting on the asphalt leaning on the bumper reading a book. I don’t have the clearance to not land on her legs. I will a burst of wind & it blows me over & I crash into the pavement on my left side. The girl glances up, then continues reading.
I’m laying belly down on a car roof with my fingers curled over the tops of the doors holding on. The car’s being driven by a small turtle & luckily it doesn’t weigh enough to push the gas pedal all the way down & we’re going fairly slow. The turtle can’t steer & I’m trying to guide the car by shifting my weight on the roof. We’re going to crash for sure. The turtle couldn’t have stolen this car if it was a stick shift.
I’m in a 15′ x 10′ recording studio with five other guys to record an experimental praise record. By the time the seventh guy gets in & sets up some of the other guys are ready to go home without a note being played.