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Do you believe in dreams?

So I’m sitting on my drum kit in the garage, as I do so often. It’s one of the best ways to spend some quality time alone. With nobody else here on the property, there’s just myself and the dogs. The garage is detached from the house, in the backyard, behind a locked gate. My kingdom.

From where I sit behind the kit, the large garage door is to my right. I’m facing another door directly across from me on the opposite wall. It’s a conventional industrial steel external door, with a knob and dead bolt. Both this door and the large garage door are closed, with just me in the garage. The dogs are outside. A typical scenario.

I’m losing myself in my groove, finding the zone, staring straight ahead at the steel door. To my surprise, the knob turns, and the door begins swinging inward into the garage. Now, I’m thinking, what’s happening here? There can’t be anybody on the property. Unless one of the dogs has learned how to turn a doorknob, somebody has trespassed onto my property and is walking in on me. Yet as startled as I was, I didn’t stop playing. I never missed a beat. It’s like my brain was surprised, but my limbs were on cruise control.

The door slowly swings open to reveal somebody standing there. Somebody whose face I know. Somebody I haven’t known long. We exchanged smiles.

Then I woke up.

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