I believe this dream comes from the fact that I don't feel satisfied with all of my BYU-I education. It's a great school, don't get me wrong. I loved a lot of my classes. It's a really great place to be.
But when it came to my progress as a musician, I ultimately was not satisfied. And I don't know what could have made the difference.
Okay, I do know, but I don't really want to make it public, as this is the internet.
I feel kind of ripped off.
I try to ignore it and move on. I wish my dreams wouldn't search through every dusty corner of my memories and bring crap to the front.