Keep the dream alive!

Last night I decided to stay in and put the playlist on shuffle.

I fell asleep listening to what I labeled the beach rok list. Boy, did that trigger some awesomely colorful dreams. It was like I was trippin' out, but in a good way.

The dream was of paradise...somewhere out in the world, there is a beach calling my name. This beach is waiting for me to inhale the ocean breeze while I lay my head on the soft white sand that's finer than sugar. Cool to the touch, the sand envolopes my body. Down at my feet, the ocean keeps trying to reach me...trying to receive me in its' clear blue water. I look up at the sky, which is littered with small clouds of white. The sun beats down on my skin causing me to perspire down to my board shorts.

As I get up from the sand, I look around for someone who would explain this paradise to me. Nothing but more island....more sand, more ocean and picture-perfect palm trees. Further down my line of sight...I spot a hollow surfboard hitched in the sand. I walk toward this board that has "Juan David" painted on the top side. But I don't know how to surf...or do i? I guess I'll try. I pick up the board and jog toward the water. Suprisingly enough...I'm catching some dope waves.

Why'd I have to wake up? Well...one day. I think I was meant to live on an island.