The other morning I awoke with the fading memory of a dream. It was a rather odd experience as I rarely remember any of my dreams at all any more. In this dream I was a teenager sitting in my favorite stairwell from high school and playing an acoustic guitar.
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school.
The other morning I awoke with the fading memory of a dream. It was a rather odd experience as I rarely remember any of my dreams at all any more. In this dream I was a teenager sitting in my favorite stairwell from high school and playing an acoustic guitar.