Have you ever dreamed you were awake and woke up asleep? I know, it's weird. I used to dream about a giant chasing me. I had the dream a lot when I was younger. It always ended the same. I was fleeing the giant and when I crawled under a barbwire fence to escape, I would get caught. The giant would stomp ever closer but before he got to me, I would always wake up with my heart pounding. I'm not sure if it was a phase I was going through or what, but the dreams stopped.
Now when I remember my dreams, they often involve music. In some of my dreams I played an entire show with my guitar out of tune. Every time I'd try to tune a string that was flat, it would get flatter and the rest of the band looked at me crossly.
A few nights ago I had a dream about playing a harmonica but no sound came out no matter how hard I blew. Even with the weird instrument malfunctions, I'd still rather have a music dream than one about giants. It's a matter of scale (pun intended).
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