Dream

goin to a gig was somewhere in nj and had to leave there to get to a gig oacked thr car tight and waa brining the band in thr car too we were srivibg to the gig but didnt know how to go realized i forgot my guitars then i took wwhat i thought was the right turn to go back but it was a ramp the gwb going into nyc tried to turn around but got stopped then we were all out of the car and filing through the bridge on foot in a giant line of people all trying to commute i was trying to find a short cut and one of the band members was stressed bc we were going to be late to the gig there were all of these scenes of areas of the bridge along the path back to mj the feelong waa being filed through a seriea of passageways but never getting anywhere i woke up abruptly but i dont remember what woke me up my firat thoughts were about being atuck in quarantine and feeling the monotony of each day oddly, i received an email from tarquin about gigs for the apring this was an email he said he was going to send 4 days ago