It’s funny how a night as restless as last night can be so full of vivid dreams.

I kept starting the same dream over and over again… I would arrive at my parents house in the middle of the night. The neighborhood was eerily still and darker than usual. The only sound I could hear was Christmas music coming from a parked car down at the end of the cul-de-sac. It appeared to be an older white SUV. The driver door was wide open. I couldn’t bring myself to investigate, only make my way back to the garage behind my parents’ house. The garage was set up like a dingy apartment, complete with dank smell and beat-up couch. I looked around and no one was inside, but I could hear someone’s muffled talking coming from somewhere nearby. My heart started racing and I woke up.

I started that dream about 4 times, each time the details were slightly different. The SUV was closer or farther, the voice was more or less distinguishable, and in one iteration, a bright light was coming from a window in the next door neighbor’s house. Not a clue what it meant, but I’m pretty sure the voice in the dream was my Mom’s. Either way, the dream kept me up allll night.

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SO, when I got to the studio, I decided to grab a couple more hours sleep. On my plans for today was to meet with deMarco and get some songwriting done. I knew I would be worthless on such little sleep so I postposed a couple hours and crashed. I guess that was a bad idea becuase the whole time, I dreamed that deMarco was here and had brought in a video crew to record our songwriting session. Also I had to use the bathroom and I couldn’t find it. And when I did finally find it, it was just a big room with lots of people in it. There were extra rooms in the studio as well. Big ones that I wasn’t really aware of. I have a ‘dream version’ of the studio. Not as in ’studio of my dreams,’ but more of ‘twisted version of the studio that appears in my nighttime visions.’ It’s a lot bigger, and usually some portion of it is under construction. Another common theme in this version is that the whole place is underwater, or had just been underwater and everything is wet. Straaange. I wish there was an alternate reality we could visit that housed all of the ‘dream versions’ of our favorite (or not so favorite) places.

Anyway I’m glad I’m awake now and feel somewhat useful. :/ Glad I got that written down.