I'm pretty good at flying dreams. Have them fairly frequently. If I were suddenly granted the ability, I'd know just how to move my arms, shift my center of gravity, and swoop and soar all over the place.

But...I'd never had a playing dream until the other night. In a room I'd never seen I reached down and picked up my banjo and played the strings off of it. Things I'd never tried came effortlessly (no practice!!), things I thought became music. I wasn't aware there was anyone else in the room until Rick smiled and handed me a mandolin (an instrument I've rarely even held) and told me I'd like that too. Damned if I couldn't play that as well. Then a guitar. Same result. Rick played along some and we both had a great time, smiling and laughing and jamming.

Now, I've e-mailed back and forth with brother Fielding, we've left phone messages with each other, but I've never met him face to face. Strange isn't it?

Next time my subconscious goes wandering around at the end of its tether, I think I'd rather have it go to music camp than the airport.

E.S.