8:02 A.M.
Last night I actually made it to bed at a decent hour. I watched "Alias" and then hit the sack.
I listened to the new Sting cd as I slept. I guess Geminuts was right when he said, "Stings voice is soothing like a sax."
I had a rather strange dream somewhere in the middle of the night.
I was in a big white room with lots of windows dancing to the 6th song on this cd and this guy was singing to me as we were waltzing around the big room.
I remember feeling a deep sense of euphoria as we danced. When the music stopped we danced on for a moment and then he stopped. He kissed me and when he let go he disappeared.
When he disappeared I felt more empty inside than ever before.
I woke up thinking, what the hell was that? And who was that man in my dream?
I thought it was James but the last time I checked he was tone def and he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.
