Dancing the night away

I catch a flight back to Minneapolis shortly. I'm all packed and excited for my buddies wedding in Green Bay this weekend. Last evening was beautiful here in Portland and I hung out with Gomez. Everything is so great, and I didn't sleep last night.

Or so it seems.

Curiously afraid of the soft couch and another stiff neck I risked it last night. It seems my body is growing accustom to hard surfaces, having slept on the ground or floor all but 6 or 7 nights the last 2 plus months. In hindsight I had nothing to fear.

For just after drifting off to sleep in SE Portland, I walked into a show at an unidentifiable bar. The band was Trampled by Turtles and my good bud Greggy P was there with me.

We claimed a ledge in the corner and acquired some cold Silos in our hands. The smell was one I remember from shows in college, the crowd was full of people I recognize-though I can recall no one specifically-and I was carefree as the music began.

The entire room and I danced the whole night. My feet moving in familiar rhythms and my head swaying in a way that felt just right. Randomly (as many dreams go), at one point I strummed a guitar while the band took a break.

Upon waking up, I was sweating. Instantly I was surprised at my whereabouts. I can remember the night so exact that it had to have happened. I remember feeling so content, looking at G and realizing this was the place I should be-and no other.

In talking with Gomez this morning, she compared it to dreams of finishing homework and waking up with it un-done. A bummer indeed. I'll be the first to admit that I can be a crazy sleeper. That is why I suspect that had you wandered through that living room in SE Portland last night, you would have seen me rolling and bouncing in between kicking and sliding on that red couch. Fast asleep.

So much better than that weird dream when I was little where I'm falling and can't scream...