Incepticon

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming.

In the second level dream I was listening to a song that was prompting me to write my own song in my head. And wouldn’t you know it was just about the greatest stinkin’ song you could ever hope to hear?

When I woke back into my first level dream I was frantic over trying to remember the lyrics and the tune so I could write it all down before I forgot it. I’d make a mint off this lyrical gem, sure as shootin’. But alas: As the second level faded out, the song faded with it.

Shortly thereafter I woke from the first level dream, and all I have left is that the tune was about a boy and his dad, and that it rhymed.

Doggonit…