I lay there in bed and went back into the sleepy state. I had the full intent of becoming conscious in the astral plane but was not successful.
I did manage to enter into a short dream. I was somewhere, possibly a room, with another guy. There was some type of music device there. It was sort of like the old school boom boxes. Ghetto blasters.
"Go ahead and put some music on." I said to him.
I opened a side compartment where I saw two tape decks. I was just about to show him where to load the tapes when I realized he had already found another deck of some sort in front of that music device and his music began playing. It sounded like a Cumbia or a Salsa style of music.
"Is that Cumbia?" I asked him.
He nodded his head in agreement.
It had a very pleasant beat, rhythm, or whatever it's called.
"That's nice." I said to him. As I stood there and listened to the music I slowly began to wake up. As I woke up slowly I heard the sound of the music fade away as I left the dream state.
That was an awesome little experience on a Saturday morning.
The Classic Ghetto Blaster
