Waking up early from a dream where things made sense and falling did not leave marks and scars, that is how this morning felt when I first opened my eyes. Though I also woke up sleepy-eyed and worn out. Perhaps in my subconscious slumber I was running around trying to sort out the loose-ends of my life, or was I in a passionate embrace I was not quite ready to leave? Do we live a completely different life in our dreams, or do we just tumble through our waking life wishes and wants?

Something about it reminds me of the last song I heard before closing my eyes the night prior which was Anemone by the Brian Jonestown Massacre (see below). There is a similarity in the songs that is not surface clear, but I hear it, or maybe I just feel it. Did Anemone set the tone for the dreams I had? And did Tumble & Fall bridge the dream scape into my waking life this morning? Or, is this just all the rambling nonsense of a late night cup of coffee psyche? Either way, the music is damn good today.