There are a couple of weird dreams that I can remember that have stayed with me the past few days, because I've just been running around like a chicken without my head and I haven't had a chance to put them down. So the first one I had, we were still in my relative's home town. I mean, we were there, but I dreamt that we were here; you know how that goes. And Mrs. Dougherty was at our house, and she was laying in bed at night in the dark on my mother's side of the bed, and there was nobody else in the bed, but we were just kind of there doing our thing. And she was laying there and I was standing, and she wanted to know how my singing technique was presently. So she wanted to sing something and have me sing it back, and have her feel how I do it. And so she sings a couple of notes like in a minor key, and it kind of scared me a little and so I grabbed her hand, but then I was okay and I sang it back to her, and she kind of felt how I breathed and how I did it. And I think she wanted to do it a couple more times, and I think maybe we did. And then I laid next to her like I do with my mother, and she held me like my mother does. And I think that was the end of that.