This morning, I was in the middle of an amazing dream of me working and living in Manhattan. I was weaving in and out of sleep in this dream. I was watching my son Blake sleep and then I went back to sleep again.
In my dream, I was going Northbound in Manhattan. I was traveling inside a big bus/firetruck. I was part of a camera crew for some TV show. I was dreaming of working in Television News in the Big Apple.
I remember in the dream that my primary job was to shoot video of exteriors for a TV show to be filmed in Los Angeles.
Along the journey of my bus ride, I was humming the NBC theme and ID to a fellow passenger. He was impressed how good I was at doing that. I must have secretly been desiring to work for NBC over at 30 Rock. In real life, it was a dream of mine when I was a little kid.
I was getting into a groove. I was shooting tall buildings with my lightweight video camera, then something happened. I woke up.
At home, it was 7:45 in the morning, too late for me to keep sleeping. I had to get ready so that I could get my son ready for the day. I had to get the milk ready for Ben and the coffee ready for me. Then something else happened, Ben slept it.
He sometimes takes after his daddy.
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