When the Rain Washes You Clean You'll Know

Dreams...

Dreams..

Dreams.

Dreams seem to be the common thread lately. Random nerve firings in the brain? Alternate realities? The brain's way of problem solving?

My sister visited me in my dream the other night. I was all of the sudden in my childhood home walking throughout the house... passing through the rooms and all of the sudden I saw her. I think it's significant when we visit each other in dreams. I think it means something. And if it is random, I'll gladly still take the feeling of comfort I had in seeing her. I'm open to that meaning something or nothing.

I'm interested in the different ways we use the word "dream." What's your dream? Your life dream? And where is that in relation to what you literally dream at night? And where is that dream in relation to how you live out your life every day?

And how can I write a post about dreams without mentioning Fleetwood Mac? I was driving home from work the other day and they popped up on my radio. It got me thinking about how long they've been around and specifically how many people have come in and out of the band... which got me thinking about us and how many people have influenced who and where we are. As a musician, as a person, one is affected by so many different things. I've been asked what the muse is to my writing, what inspires it. The answer is everything.

Which got me thinking about, well, what got me into playing music in the first place, all the people who encouraged and inspired me, all the people who I learned from. From singing in church to 90's radio to being a napster kid (and remember Behind the Music?), to local open mic nights, to playing in bands and going to many shows... etc. etc.

Which got me thinking about gratitude! Which is always a good place to land in your thoughts and in your heart. So here's to dreaming and here's to gratitude.



Oh yeah.. and the full moon.