23 Oct 2003

ONE:
Brian and I are living at the Dexter house. It has snowed and everything is covered with an even layer cover it. I wake up in the dream, and I see that Brian is not there. I march out to the garage and open the door. Brian is fully dressed and showered and working on something. I'm upset that he showered without me, so I start to yell at him, yelling that I hate him, that he can go and fuck off.

TWO:
I am at a concert, on stage, and the singer has to leave. I am there with the microphone, to announce the singer, so instead I just start singing myself. At first I am nervous, but once I start to get into it, I do well and have a beautiful voice.