Ain't it funny how you feel, when you're findin' out it's real

Dream:

Sarah and I are driving down to Monterey to play a show with Skyler. As we drive, the US map zooms out and we drive through a number of cities in Arizona and New York. As we drive we practice the song "Sugar Mountain" by Neil Young or whoever. In the dream, I wrote it.

When we get there, we are dismayed to see only Skyler's friends in attendance and no other Levines. Sarah and I are worried that our set won't be child friendly and we consider adding "Inch by Inch" to the end but I feel stupid. I try to make jokes, but they're terrible.

Last night/this morning's dream had something to do with being at an enormous shopping mall with my family, so enormous that it some of it had to be kept outside, and since it was so rainy and muddy, I decided it would be best to take my shoes off and not get them dirty. We eventually got where we were going, which was an escalator up to a giant movie theater. Because of how pristine the steps of the escalator and the radiant people riding it were, I decided to put my shoes on but they were nowhere to be found! I retraced our steps and eventually made it to a hillside where a very nice couple were making out surrounded by orange sandals. All of the sandals looked like mine, and the couple tried to be helpful, but every time I got close, some detail was wrong and none of them fit.

A journal excerpt from a few days ago reads: "My dream entries are embarrassingly scant lately." The tables are turning.