and suddenly i turn to see my dear friend Nate cruising down the street on an upright piano much like the one he is fond of playing in the studio theater.
he rides along as though absolutely nothing is out of the ordinary. he sees me, waves and somehow pulls around the curb to help lift me onto the piano to sit behind him.
we ride along for a bit before i pull out a few of my groceries and we munch on cookies while the piano floats up into the air and through the clouds.
and then i woke up.
this dream gives me wonderful thoughts for a stop-animation project. hell, yeah...
