Fever dream hallucinations of memories that aren't mine. Drowning in a sea of hot tea. I felt like I had finally gotten to rest. Like my brain got a reboot. Not everything was about inspiration. Everything wasn't an assignment. I faced things that I had been trying to avoid through work. In the words of Bob Dylan... 'I need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head' or maybe I just needed a fever. Sometimes staying busy isn't the therapy I thought I needed. Sometimes it is rest. I feel the rays of the sun in my bones. Or maybe it's the magnesium pills. Whatever it is I feel like I'm back. 

I've been sick for almost a week now and I feel like I'm going a bit crazy. I feel like I've been in some sort of fever dream for the past few days. Being forced to rest has given me time to reflect on a lot of things. I've been forced to rest. And for that I am thankful. We all need to take some time to slow down. 

We happened upon this old Bentley and and old Rolls Royce earlier this afternoon while driving around. I really love old cars. When I was growing up we had 2 cherry red 1965 Mustangs that we would drive around. I once had a dream that John Lennon and I were in the back of a white Rolls Royce driving through the English countryside making funny faces at each other. That was the whole dream.