I lost my dreams a while back, I didn’t have dreams anymore. Yeah, that sounds pretty melodramatic and sad but I just never remembered them, if they did occur. In the last week, they’ve come back more vibrant than ever.
The other night my friend Misty and I drove to Vegas, which doesn’t make too much sense but it’s at least better than that freaky McDonald’s commercial where the dude is supposed to be dreaming about riding a burro with a cop holding an Egg McMuffin. Neither of us have a car and haven’t traveled anywhere together in about 10 years. I actually haven’t seen her in a couple years although we just recently wished each other a Happy Birthday in early January.
Last night I dreamed that I could sing and had an album out. Now um, I really can’t sing and the only time I used to was around the campfire when I used to go to Roberts Creek for a week every summer when I was 10. It could have to do with viewing the Flickr pics a couple of my contacts  have posted over the last couple weeks, of Matt Good in the studio [TheCooperation]. But why I would apply that to myself having that sorta talent is beyond me.
I have more work to do this weekend, being on call really sucks. Another part of my dream last night was getting an email saying I had a new job, that someone else wanted to hire me. So not only was I a singing sensation with a record deal, I had a new job. I didn’t really want to wake up this morning.
The bed was warm and snuggly and my dreams were pretty comforting. About 5 minutes after I did decide to leave the mass of blankets with my pillow-face I got a call from the Toronto office and here I am at the computer, working.
I don’t need to go to Vegas, I don’t need to be a star, I don’t need a majestic movie-like life. The part about the job offer would be really fantastic though – then I wouldn’t be sitting here. I’d still be back in bed, content and focusing on other, more realistic aspirations.