Last night I dreamt I was in a fancy little bistro. It was just below street level and very cozy and dim; candle and lantern lit ( Read more... )

I did not touch my guitar last night - any of them - I had a brief urge to - but I let it pass - I need a break so I can have a fresh approach some time in the near future - but then again, already I have a new idea on how to approach the "She Sends Me Candy Thru the Mail" song ( Read more... )

My dreams remain ultra vivid. . .

Last night I dreamt of this crazy serial killer clown that was strapped into a gurney in an asylum - but someone took a sample of his skin and cloned him and grew a crazier degenerated replica that got free and then went and freed the other - and they were both very strong and very resiliant and almost rubbery - ( Read more... )

Dreaming of Texas

Last night I dreamt I was back in Texas, but this time with my friends, Ken, Sean, Craig and Colleen. We were sitting on a blanket on a street corner by a service road, and it was strewn with clothing, papers and CDs (most of which were copies of 'will'). We were watching a country-singer in a brown well-worn cowboy hat singing ( Read more... )

I have been waking up each morning with a sinking feeling - and then it hits me even before I groggily reach over to switch on the radio - WAR - peril for the lives of those Americans marching through Iraq even as I write this and for those of us right here - I don't feel scared as much as I feel extra alert - worried - simply trying to be prepared ( Read more... )

It happens to me almost every Saturday.

I go to sleep with heat turned way up because it is cold - but over the night the dry heat wreaks havoc with my sensitive sinuses and I wake up with a headache of one degree or another. In a scale from 1 to 10, I give this one a four - It is annoying, but I think a cup of coffee and a brisk walk could take ( Read more... )