Dream Journal 11/21/16 | The Restaurant

I stared at her in horror, but before I could ask a single question, she walked away, and I was left alone.

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It was my first day of work. The restaurant was small, and didn’t look like any restaurant I had ever seen. It had a dark, bar vibe… but also felt kind of like a cafe.  Continue reading “Dream Journal 11/21/16 | The Restaurant”

Dream Journal 7/16/16 | Murder At A Concert

As they shoved me into the back of the cruiser, the others moved to the lawn, and started shouting and protesting my arrest, but the police did not care.

I was waiting backstage, holding my clarinet, getting ready to go out on stage to perform with people from my childhood and high school years. I recognized several people from high school, some from middle school, and some from district music festivals, even though we were all adults, and I hadn’t seen any of them in eight or more years. Continue reading “Dream Journal 7/16/16 | Murder At A Concert”