Where do the dreams go when we wake? Why do our minds resist remembering those once vivid hallucinations? Maybe the sunlight blots out all memory? I, for one, hope Jordie never wakes up. I hope Jordie carries these four sonic explorers through twisting canyons of fantasy-sound forever. One moment they’re singing to clouds. the next, they’re digging into hard earth. Plenty of us write songs in our dreams. Only a few of us play to dream.