July 3, 2002

• I’m in Nashville, FINALLY.
  
  I set out Sunday night from Denver, and have been driving or riding ever since. Like Neil Finn says:
  
  When I’m away from home
  And it’s a way of life
  Now I’m a-flying high
  Now it’s a way of life
  Now I’m a wheeling gull
  And now I come to rest
  Under a lion rock
  Over marine parade
  Maybe this time
  Here I’ll stay
  
  Of course, I’m not flying or near a marine parade, but that song always comes to mind when I travel this much. I especially like the image of the lion rock.
  
  I’m exhausted.
  
  After writing the last blog about dreams and waking, I had some very vivid dreams. They were repeats with slightly different spin (I was Count Duku from Star Wars in part of one), but quite vivid and overwhelming enough to wake me up at 5:30am.
  
  The most striking part was at the end when just before waking up. It was a sort of ceremony involving elaborate music with drums and chanting and singing, and a magical circular altar where a priestess unfolded a circle of cloth that was a face. She’d fold the cloth and unfold it again, and it would be two faces, then four, and so forth until it was an infinite number of faces. The music rose to a huge crescendo and I woke up.

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