When I'm awake, Dream Theater basically takes up most of my mind. Like one giant progressive-style stream of consciousness. A stream of consciousness that ends where it begins. That is, with Dream Theater.
When wait for sleep, I feel surrounded by thoughts that seem to pull me under the cover of sleep. I hope I can take the time to relax until another day.
Every morning when I wake up at 6:00, I just lie there. My dreams are all about Dream Theater. They are shadows in a previously light and care-free dream. As I get up, those shadows get lifted off my dreams. That is, until I look in the mirror. My face is scarred with the stress of waiting for this album. I try to say that it's you not me, but when you're looking in the mirror, "you" is "me". It's all the same
The anticipation for this album is burning in my soul. I want something or someone to take away this pain so I can breathe. Only the album release can do that.
To say the least, I'm a little desperate.
As I sit in my home, I regress to a pit of despair. One last dance of thoughts in my head. A dance about Dream Theater but... this one will last forever, or so it seems. Someday I'll finally be free. That is, free of this terrible anticipation. Of the album. I hope you aren't misunderstanding me.
I try to take my mind off of any of this, but anything is never enough. Heck, everything is never enough. It's just perpetual movements. Constant, one might say. Also, you could replace "movements" with "motion". You could.
I just hope the album comes out before the leaves have fallen. You know, before the season changes. That is... before autumn. Which will happen.
Raw Dog.