Dreaming like Andrew Bird's Violin

My dreams have been becoming increasingly bizarre.

I've been trying to take notes in the morning, to remember what occurred as it's far more fascinating than my current waking life.

I had one last night where I was discussing the current state of online design in the Detroit area. I have a lurking fear that this city is dead to me, and that the "business of design" is beating any real innovative thought.

Out of the dream, all I can recall is one line that sums up all my feelings :

Retards working hard to make it to baseball cards.

I'll be putting that one in a song shortly.