Another zombie apocalypse dream. Continue reading Dream Journal 5/19/17 | Apocalyptic… Heroes?
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