In case You haven't got the foggiest, here's a wikipedia link, go further from there if YOu feel like
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnagogia
Anyhow, this morning:
In the dream I was playing on my own at home, practicing a new song. Work in progress known as Squarewave Trumpet of the Apocalypse. I was being taunted with the restless feeling there's something wrong with it - this is what it sounds when I play it, it must have sounded like this in the latest jams but something in it isn't quite right. Concentrating is hard - as it often is, in dreams - but I try to push it and come to think I*m maybe out of tune or doing it in wrong key. Dropped a half step. Sounds a tad more dramatic, and I realize I will have to play it on a lower string now, change a chord or two for it to build up...
The men in trench coats around tell me to stop. No idea if they had been there all the time or not, they were populating the space and I tell them to bugger off and SNAP - it's turned into lucid dreaming. Now that I can do what I like, having reached awareness in the dram, I refuse to let any random dreaming now brake my concentration and play the chord progression harder but careful not to bend the strings, sounds awesome, eye wateringly dramatic and gives me goose bumps - THIS is how I'll do it when I'll wake up!
The men tell me abruptly to stop playing the song of their Client and that I'll be sued for copyright infringement if I'll publish it. OH YEAH TRY ME, FUCKER I spit and decide to send them away, pretty aggressively, now there's my shadow pointing to the door go ahead and follow - NOW! That's when I realize the guy is wearing the detective story outfit on his wings and medieval armor - he is actually the Angel of Apocalypse from Dürers litography. Huh? And they're gone with their warning. Things speed up and SNAP - I'm wide awake sitting iby my sleeping wife in the morning sun.
Yeah, this WILL make on the release for sure









