I am in a dimly lit room with a large window, by a bed, which has white covers on it. There is light blue paint on the walls. Outside the window, it is raining, onto a green lawn.
I am sitting on the edge of the bed with a cream colored acoustic guitar. I am playing the strings of the instrument. I am singing "I am a Storm."
The other lyrics are hard to remember, but I was picking the strings with my hands, in familiar patterns of four beats.
There is a dark man and he is listening to my music. It plays very softly and makes for a beautiful energy.