february 27, 2012
the dream: i’m racing along a precarious mountain bike trail. i’m practically flying along, hitting jumps and landing on berms. i seem to be in constant danger of crashing or falling off a cliff, yet somehow i manage to stay on the course. i’m talking with one of my bosses. he’s been renting our office space and he has secured a new deal. he’s keeping a log of all the cash that has been paid. i’m responsible for the cash log. the money is being stored in lock-boxes in the basement. i’m sharing a house with my family. there’s a music room with drums and keyboards. there seems to be a lot of color.
