Kiddo - Right - O Dreaming

Today, I awoke to one of my prophetic dreams. However, I could not remember what would happen. Does that defeat a prophesy? All day, convinced that something bad would happen despite the fact that I am pretty sure everything was 'hunky dory' (how do you spell that term?), I knew that I had to pay the piper by the end of the day.
See, the dream took place in a far off land, where gnomes fished for fairies and little boys happily threw mud at girls. Not a good place for the more feminine forms of life mind you. In this land of subtlety cute male dominance and giggles instead of painging screams, a new leading lady took her throne upon faded grey carpet and benath dull lighting. Yes, the coronation would be far less than grand, but somehow the triumph would latter ring out amongst the wee crowd.
Taking her seat upon the top of three blocked stairs, little people rushed to hear her plans to save the kingdom from pew-ed despair. With eyes brimming with overly sarcastic tears found in every Japanese cartoon's furry creatures' eyes, she pulled from her pocket the secrets to establish the unspoken kingdom. In silently hushed anticipation, the little people of non-midget origin crammed by her side to unlock the mystery with crayons and washable markers. In an instant, her voice rang out with melodies gloriously harmonic, enticing every blue winged bird to flutter in unison above the throne. The wee people cheered and the ceremony ended.
That's when I woke up from this momentary dream into kind sarcasm. And, dear reader, I must let you know that I dreamed only of a slight image of dull lighting and carpet stooped upon a three stair altar entrance for my children's message. All day, I stumbled upon half reluctance and half boredom totally keeping me from planning out my first children's message. I saw myself more like the princess of cinder than a crowned queen. Thus furthering a decree's fulfillment, something likened to another hollowly marked task.
But alas! I know that there is a hopeful ending. In minutes, I scanned far and online to find trinkets of treasure that could have been bought at full price for 4.95. I took the trinket's titles and came up with my idea for my message. In a momentary dash, I could save the wee people from silent despair that they might find solace in the sermon. By tomorrow's dawn, we will be unleashed from the spell of boring tasks and find a new king named Jesus to tuck us into more peaceful dreams. The End.

Hear the Crik

Coasting on Youtube for the moment and came upon some reminiscent recording footage of Nickel Creek's last tour. Hearing their version Jackson Five's "I Want You Back" took me back to the upper balcony in Madison with my sister and lifelong friend, Alicia. On that continuation of Old Man Winter's frigid temper rolling through the encircling streets of downtown Madison, Alicia and I welcomed our trifled find of a common cup of coffee next to the Overture's elegantly bulwarked halls. Ensconsed in warm lighting tones and high cielings, we eagerly anticipated the final round of Nickel Creek's whimisical musical relay of our favorite tunes backed with subtle humourous squabbles from the band toward the audience. High above the stage's forefront trapsing upon the cusp of a direct swan dive drop, the acoustics bellowed in sweet harmony around our ears. Despite the distance, we heard the greatest sound quality in this place. To add to our sincerest hype, Sarah waved to us like the Senators in Star Wars. Our inner nerdiness welcomed the attention and reference. We were home.