I’ve been having messy dreams recently. They’re all very sketchy, almost unfinished dreams. I only remember hearing music: David Gilmour’s On an Island, for the second time. I also remember talking with my grand father who told me he would sell his house in order to live the rest of his life travelling. I also figured out that I was in a Tool cover band and I freaked out because our first show would be next week.

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