Monday Morning Express: Dreamscapes

So, I had another of those really weird dreams again this weekend. Misty wasn't there this time. But that guy that played Peter in Office Space was. He played the guitar in my band. Then there was some other guy playing the drums who was famous but for the life of me I can't figure out where I've seen him before! I will figure it out, oh yes I will. Then I was playing the bass and another guitarist was there, someone I met once. It was fun but for some reason we would play gigs in a white-halled maze. Kind of like a hospital. There were potted plants. You can, of course ask me for full details if you want to analyze it, I'm sure it's ripe with subconscious meaning but I don't want to bore you. 

The other topic on my mind this week is the ultimate Fate of the Monday Morning Express. It will be a year old here in a couple of weeks. I'm torn between keeping it going the way it is or changing it up a little and posting some of my bad drawings from the week instead of a bad poem. I won't be deleting it altogether because then I'd never post but I wonder what would be more appealing. Perhaps you could put in your two cents. Feel free to tell me it sucks either way. I'll just ignore you. 

On to the point!

Sometimes

A flash of red but black for me
Confusion leads to understanding
But where does this leave me?
Turbulent eyes with peace so serene
Steadfast arms are bent with the breeze
Holding ground undefiant but true
An oncoming storm I look forward to see.

I haven't been taking my own advice and have neglected the water thing. I am a bad example. Do as I say and not as I do then have a better week, comparatively. :)