I’m on a grassy knoll or hill. I realize I’m living here and this is my yard. I cross a fence and descend some steps and realize that they neighbors are hanging their laundry and that I’ve crossed over into their yard so I quietly go back up the steps into my yard. Then I look across to another hill that has a tiny creek running around the outside and there’s a small path with a cute little Japanese style bridge crossing the creek. I think to myself that that would be a wonderful place to play guitar and I’m thinking about going over there. There is a guy and a girl there doing something and I don’t want to impose upon them. Next, someone it playing the recording of song for me. The vocals are really rough, yet strangely beautiful. The instrumentation fades as the song ends, and it sounds really organic as each instruments fades out of the song.
Thoughts: The steps were these really disjointed heights similar to another dream I had recently. That’s interesting.
Tags: bridge, disjointed steps, guitar, song
