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It wasn't you, James. Not this time. ;)

 

Things started off with Cesar and I driving around in the Australian Outback on our way to the Soundwave Festival b/c we were doing sound for a friend's band who were performing. We get there and the whole thing has been cancelled due to bad weather.

 

So we part ways and I go to this cafe as I am meeting up with a person interested in buying off my record collection. I get there and it's this elderly lady who then proceeds to bitch me out on my prices for the records. She busts out an Excel spreadsheet comparing my eBay listing prices (Odd in itself as I rarely sell anything on eBay) to what they go have gone for on Popsike. I'm stunned and have to reply and look over and see another VCer and they're calling me over to join her at her table. Which then gets weird because the room then resembles one of the classrooms in my old high school and for some reason I'm wearing my P.E. uniform.

 

She flips out on me and starts apologizing for not having spoken to me in months and that she had been having bad days and needed to push me away. In the dream, it felt that we had spoken just the day prior so I'm wondering why she kept saying months. Then it spins out into an Inception-like thing where I'm questioning what is real and what is made up now.

 

And then I woke up, thinking what the hell was that all about?!?!

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It wasn't you, James. Not this time. ;)

 

Things started off with Cesar and I driving around in the Australian Outback on our way to the Soundwave Festival b/c we were doing sound for a friend's band who were performing. We get there and the whole thing has been cancelled due to bad weather.

 

So we part ways and I go to this cafe as I am meeting up with a person interested in buying off my record collection. I get there and it's this elderly lady who then proceeds to bitch me out on my prices for the records. She busts out an Excel spreadsheet comparing my eBay listing prices (Odd in itself as I rarely sell anything on eBay) to what they go have gone for on Popsike. I'm stunned and have to reply and look over and see another VCer and they're calling me over to join her at her table. Which then gets weird because the room then resembles one of the classrooms in my old high school and for some reason I'm wearing my P.E. uniform.

 

She flips out on me and starts apologizing for not having spoken to me in months and that she had been having bad days and needed to push me away. In the dream, it felt that we had spoken just the day prior so I'm wondering why she kept saying months. Then it spins out into an Inception-like thing where I'm questioning what is real and what is made up now.

 

And then I woke up, thinking what the hell was that all about?!?!

There is only ONE explanation for this, Juan.  You're insane.

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