These dreams we all have, they can be relentless, hounding us daily to acknowledge them and put them into motion. Sometimes, they never leave us alone--pestering, determined, and tenacious--until we finally answer their call and fulfill our destinies. And that is exactly what happened to me in October of 1992--despite the fact that Widespread Panic was riding as high as they ever had. I knew that the boys were now set; I knew that they were true rock and rollers living the dream. I loved them, I respected them, I admired them and was proud of them, but in the end, it was still THEIR dream, and theirs alone. And now, in the fall of 1992, it was time to find my own dream, utilizing the boys of Widespread Panic as a launchpad to propel me into the Great Beyond and all of her infinite secrets, the only place I was meant to be.