Beautiful Girls and Maracas.

I think my voice is getting deeper. I mean, I, like almost everyone else on this planet, have a different inflection for every situation, even if it isn't intentional. Like, when I talk to people I'm comfortable with, I don't actually use my voice that much. I don't know if it's because I think that I don't need to fool them with fake inflections, or because I don't need to prove to them that what I'm saying is worth it, but I get growly when I speak to people I'm comfortable with, just having a casual conversation. Like... you know when you let your voice die off but you haven't finished your word of phrase yet but it's not worth it to pick up your voice's pitch, so you finish off your statement while sounding like you growled a bit? I do that a lot. I think it annoys some people, like they think I don't think the conversation is worth the energy. I just do it naturally. Or when I'm unwilling to do something but I'm forced to anyways. It happens. But, before I lost my voice, I had a nice lower register. Like, I could hit some nice tenor notes. But, after I lost my voice, my range decreased insanely and as I fought to get it back, it moved more up than it did down. So much so I went into soprano 2 land. And I was an Alto 2. Over the past year I've been trying to regain that range, because I've felt a bit inadequate as an Alto 2 not being able to get as low as some of them. But, since I started smoking a bit more often, I think I'm getting it back. I can sing songs all the way through now, that I haven;t been able to in a long time. And I mean, all the way as in I don't have to go up the octave on places because I can't hit those low notes. It's so satisfying feeling your entire chest cavity vibrate from hitting notes with such a broad sound waves. It's extremely satisfying. It's like holding a cat that is purring ferociously against your chest. It feels like that but instead of it going from the outside in, it goes from your inside to out. Sorry. I am probably making no sense right now. But, it feels amazing getting my low range back. Especially since it's the register I prefer to speak in. Though for work and loud situations I have to up my pitch a bit. Since low notes don't carry very far and get distorted quickly if not sent out at a loud and strong enough wave. Anyways!!! I had this dream last night that I just remembered! I woke up thinking about it. It was so weird. I don't know where the fuck I was, but it was a mix between a warehouse and school looking building with hallways and railings. I was in some city in Europe because the architecture was way too amazing and the atmosphere was way more amazing than anything the US has to offer. So I was just chilling against a wall with a buddy of mine who was kinda like Gil. We were just hanging talking and absorbing the peace inside the warehouse building on the second floor (it had an open center so you could see down to the first floor) Our bodies were facing the main double doors, but our eyes were closed and out heads were facing upwards as we leaned back against the wall. It was amazing and adventurouss like we were just waiting for something amazing and exciting to happen to us and we were just preparing ourselves for this adventure to come. And sure enough it happened. I think we knew there was going to be a festival that day, which is probably why we were spending that beautiful afternoon in the enpty warehouse building, instead of in some park in the sun. There was a stream of attractive women coming in the building with their flying ribbons and maracas and falshy uniforms that were kinda like liatards. I was smitten immidiately. And so was my friend. We charmed our way into staying and hanging out with them. I taught them a few things about maracas as I realized in my dream that I actually do have a bunch of information tucked into the back of my brain about things I learned in percussion methods. We had a fag or two and then they decided they wanted to go shopping and explore. So of course we went to Walmart or an equivalent to walmart, because we could mess around there and no one would catch us fucking shit up and running around. Probablly the only reeason we went with them is because they were so cool and liked us and thought we were charming, otherwise we would have never let ourselves be played around with and dressed up in ridiculous things. It was amazing fun though. We hung out, some of them flirted with me. I might have snogged one of them, I can't really remember. The dream itself was a whirlwind of events that were happening. I remember them having to leave and being unhappy about it and then me walking tgo my actual home and then one of them actually ending up at my home. Coming after me. But, I don't really remember the rest. It was a whirlwind and I waas just shocked that I was bold enough to flirt and charm my way into staying in what ended up being their maracas band hq for the day. Then having an amazing day. Mostly the beautiful girls and maracas part really distracted me. Hahahaha. Funnily enough, no one in my dream actually is part of my life. Maybe it's foreshadowing for some amazing adventures to come. Considering I really want to just adventure and have amazing and stupid experiences while I'm young. But, maracas man. My knowledge blew some of their minds.