Dream Stalker

Very vivid dreams lately. Are we dreaming dreams, or, are the dreams dreaming us? Sometimes when I'm writing music or coming up with some visual art I'll have dreams in the day night that inspire me. This past week I keep dreaming something where I am walking through vast fields at night under a full moon, I hear a distant cricket. A foreboding and intense feeling is all around as if something is about to happen. The cricket stops chirping. There's an old farmhouse and a broken down carriage, I feel a warm soft wind on my face. I hear, as if, maybe this is a battlefield at night, a plea for help coming in on the air, is someone hurt? Are they laying bleeding in the tall grass? Yet no matter where I turn, I can't find the source. Just last night I was dreaming of Downtown Orlando and I heard a voice in the crowd, the same voice, calling to me, calling for help. In the dream, I felt the eyes of people on me as I turned and wheeled in every direction. I was trying to not create a scene but people seemed to think I was out of my mind, dashing down streets, car horns blare, nearly getting hit. I ended up stalking down dark alleyways and stepping over homeless people while distant police sirens wail, in the futile search for the owner of this voice. So, I give you fans my latest inspiration: Dream Stalker. May you find your dreams to be more pleasant.