Death was just a dream

I was reading some text accompanying this picture (from the artist) and it said, "They say dreams always come in black and white.."

That's funny. All my dreams are in colour. Speaking of dreams, I've been dreaming every single night every day. And I might have multiple dreams in a night. It's good to know I have a happening life jumping on rocks, opening cookies, talking to people even when I'm sleeping. I bet not many people have a life when they're sleeping. A happening life at that.

Ryan Star has had his fate chosen before he was even born. His last name is Star. A true rockstar. Olright no idea why I said that. The song he sang kept spinning in my mind. I just have a huge problem with his black (or was it red) fingernails. Losing my religion is on replay still. Can't get enough of that short song. His voice has some kind of special panache. Keeps drawing you deeper into the depths of his soul. Ha, ha.

Vanessa Carlton and John Mayer have the same distinctive.. Smoky muffled flavour in their voice. I don't know how apt I am in describing alright, but their voices remind me of American piers with benches along them, the sky turning to dusk, with a funfair beside the pier. And the funfair has a Ferris wheel. The whole picture's in what's that.. Sequoia mode? No, I'm sure that's a name of a tree. Sequia. Or is it Sequins? Oh darn it.

Vanessa Carlton's reminds me of something more. Bright sunny days in a quiet neighbourhood with puffy clouds and green grass and .. yes yes, white houses.

(Do I have the quality of a Today music journalist, do I do I!)

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream

Just a dream