From Canoes to custom basses

I'm writing the beginning of this last so I don't remember much early on. I don't know where I was, but I was there because the band had a gig. I remember it being very dark, even inside. I remember going up some stairs and there being rooms up there. The only person I remember right now was Jon Axtell. I saw him, we chatted a little and split up. There were a lot of people at this place. I was shown around by a woman at one point, I think the person who was in charge. That place seemed very real. I feel like I was there for so long but don't remember enough now. I wish I could remember more of this part because it was very interesting and detailed, clearer than normal for me. I hope it's because I am making progress remembering details. From there, my memory jumps to me having this canoe type vessel in the mountains or hills, with a Marin type feel, but I really don't know what the setting was. I was 'canoeing' down the trails. It was very exciting. I was going really fast up and down trails, through yards even when I finally ended up stuck in someones yard.

I was lost, not sure where to go or how to go. A woman came out and I was able to explain my situation to her while she listened unbelievably interested rather than angry that I was in her yard (should have been a big red flag that I was dreaming). As I explained, it seemed suddenly she was taking a bass guitar off of a stand that was in front of me on her back porch where she was standing. There was also a jazz bass still hanging on the rack. She began to play the one she took down as I was explaining my situation to her. This bass was very custom, though. It looked like carved wood and had a hinge type mechanism which she used that seemed to bend and stretch the strings to get different sounds, tones, and pitches out of it. It was quite complex but I don't know how else to describe it.

Just then, Gracie woke me up because she had had a scary dream. This was when I realized that I had been dreaming. But before writing this down and while I was comforting her, it occurred to me that this is my daughter who wakes up from her dreams (on command I might add...intentionally) quite often remembering every detail.

I listened more intently as she described her dream and began asking her questions about how she 'handled' things. She told me how if things get too scary she just wakes up. More interestingly, if someone is about to say something you don't want them to say (and I did get the impression she meant anyone, not just her) she just mouths the words she wants said instead and it changes what is said in her dream. Amazing! I was so intrigued and was not only enjoying talking with her about her dreams, she was enjoying that I was so interested and engaging in conversation, looking for her advice and examples of how she handled things.

I couldn't wait to write all this down! I waited until she felt comfortable and was ready to go back to bed and quickly started jotting all this down. I could feel the memory slipping away as I wrote so I started at the end and worked backwards. Quickly my hand started to hurt from writing so I opened up my computer and finished typing. It's still early. I hope there is much to come...