Last night I was at my band's makeshift studio in the garage working on our debut record. I spent quite a bit of time there, recording scratch tracks and offering opinions on song structure. Somehow this manifested itself in the only part of my dream that I remember.
Picture this: Tensions are high, people are wasted and throwing things, and the walls start to grow apart. The singer and I start dancing around, taking mock swings at each other. That's all I remember. Don't worry, it didn't really happen that way. I won't say there isn't a grain of truth there, though.
My activities the night before rarely influence what I dream about. For some reason, it happened this time.
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