I had a dream last night.
I was at the Canadian border and the border guard came to my window. It was a cold night. I could see his breath as he approached.
I rolled down my window and he bent down and asked “Is that your music?”
What? What did he mean? I was expecting him to ask me about any produce or contraband.
But now, with the window down, I could hear the music. It was familiar. I heard loud guitar riffs, zipping along, drums hammering. Was that… Scatterbrain?
At that time, I woke up and realized that I had fallen asleep with my iPod shuffle playing.