I had a dream about Craig Wedren last night. Or at least he made a cameo. Other than maybe some classically surreal stuff going on in the background, Craig’s presence in my dream was exactly the same as in my waking life: he was singing, thereby causing in me a complex mixture of enjoyment and worry — worry about my falsetto being something I really need to buckle down and work on starting now, before it’s too late and I’m old and there’s just absolutely no hope.
