Odd, odd dream...

Yeah, I'm done with studying for now. So I shall blog more.

I had the weirdest dream last night. It was good, but...odd. In the dream, I was sitting in Sunday school at a church somewhere. The teacher was my bus driver, a small, elderly woman undergoing cancer treatment. I don't remember anything she said, or even if I heard anything she said in the dream, but next to me sat none other than Roger Daltrey. Yep. I was in Sunday school with Roger Daltrey. I looked at him, and he at me. He smiled. So did I. He was older, perhaps in his 50's/60's. I reached out and took his hand. In the dream, it felt like that was the first time I had ever done that, but we both seemed comfortable with it. There wasn't anything romantic to it (Danny just breathed a sigh of relief. XD), but...I don't know. The last thing I remember was him cupping my hand in his and lacing his fingers through mine. I looked down very pointedly at our hands: his was a lot bigger than mine, his fingers stretching the webs between mine, but not uncomfortably so. Then I woke up.

I dunno...It seems surreal to me, but the more I think about it, the more it seems like maybe my subconcious is trying to tell me something. Maybe I've "found religion" in music?

Yeah...I'm insane. XD