I can almost remember . . .

There's a feeling, almost a memory . . . I get it when I'm in a desert thunderstorm.  Anyone who knows me knows that I have no memory of my childhood.  That day I woke up in 1997 is the first thing I remember.  But there's a feeling I've been chasing and it seems to come out strongest in desert thunderstorms I've experienced in Utah, Nevada, and Arizona.   It's like a mixture of nostalgia with deja-vu . . . similar to what people describe their dreams are like.    I wish I could dream, but I'll have to be content with seeing dreams.  

Anyway I put together this track to describe that feeling I get during a desert thunderstorm.