Stranger than normal, yes.
We're backstage at a bar somewhere in the city, and we're panicking because we don't know what to play. Then we remember. Just 30 seconds of The Wreckers' "Leave the Pieces" is all we need.
So we play it. There are judges involved, and they kind of dig it. Next thing we know, we're being whisked away to Nashville.
And then our alarm went off.
Huh. This dream was *so* much better than the ones we normally have about our car crashing into a lake or every single one of our family members, estranged, dead or otherwise, filling an auditorium and dancing to "When I'm 64."
Monday, September 18, 2006
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