dream weavin’

I dreamt of a weird yacht rock night club. Whitney and Phil were there. Mitchell, too, but he was not having a good time. and I was not capable of having a good time because there were too many things in my pockets.

This dream means so much about my life, I just don’t know it yet. probably something like I’m holding on to too many things, and they’re spilling out of my hands, despite my sticky fingers. that’s what needs to happen. Lose yourself and you’ll be found. right? The fact that this all takes place in a yacht rock night club just emphasizes how my life is laughable, to say the least, and Mitch not having fun? Well, of course that’s how it goes. he’s an old soul.