There was a musician who had a dream that he was in a foreign country and his car was loaded with gear for a gig but it would not drive. He depressed the gas pedal but it wouldn’t move and he was on the expressway. He thought to himself the transmission is dying why didn’t I have the mechanic look at that when I had the chance? He started to feel panic about being stranded in a strange country with a show starting soon and a car that didn’t work and traffic shortly arriving with soon to be hostile locals in a language he couldn’t speak. Every second built more layers of humiliation and panic. When he woke up he thought if only he knew while dreaming that it was a dream and not based on anything real, then he could enjoy being asleep.
Previous Post: G#
Next Post: just to leave you alone