- who just happens to have the same first name as me.
Have I mentioned yet that my whole life I wanted to be the lead singer in a band? I'm a good singer. And somewhere along the path of my life I got this fear. Panic. Unable to sing in front of a crowd with the strength I used to have.
I don't remember when it started. I do remember journaling that I wished I could stop wanting that dream. I wished I could kill my dream - and as much as I tried, it wouldn't die.
I think it died last night. It's sad and freeing and strange.
My fiance does not get it though. He's kind of an asshole.
I thought it was some kind of cosmic mind fuck from God.
Then I woke up this morning mid-dream where I was telling a bunch of people the story of The Cave by Plato.
Fuckin deep man.
