Dream

We had been playing music. After rehearsal I was trying to follow my brothers in a crowded NYC subway and shouted for them but eventually lost track of them. 

I realized that I had nothing with me; no keys, no phone, just a chunk of bread my friend Lori had given me.

I spoke to a subway transit cop, this is not like me. I was following my brothers and they got away from me. I was in NY performing. I have no idea how to get back or how to get in touch. A man offered to help but then he stole a $20 bill from panhandlers to give to me but I ran away, it was too creepy.

"Yeah, his eyes were too far apart, you can't trust him," the man behind a nearby concession counter said. What is the lesson here? I asked myself. "My head hurts," I said. "I would love a cup of coffee." They fixed me a weak coffee that was made with teabags. I woke up.