I was zonked asleep, which is important, because sometimes I daydream. In fact, sometimes blogging is like daydreaming, except with words.
Anyway, I was asleep dreaming.
My dreams are usually weird — near sighted blonde unicorns with measles playing frisbee golf while carrying spittoons for their chewing tobacco weird. Unless you’re deranged, my dreams seldom make sense!
I dreamed about being in an open country field with rolling hills and tall grass as a contestant in a show similar to Wipe Out. The next task in the show was to ride a merry-go-round for children. Continue reading Dreamtown to Awakeville→
Sometimes I just sit in my home “office” staring at my wall of collected musical instruments. I don’t play any of them. I just like them.
It seems nostalgic, yet, real.
It started with a casual garage sale purchase, but now I want a mural of music making contraptions. Granted, most are non-functioning wall hangers, but when I stare at them, I wonder, imagining the sound of each instrument as deaf music flows to hearing ears.
Whether a solo, or a symphony of organized noise produced by metal, wood and strings, sometimes I hear it. Continue reading Hear the Music→
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