1. The focus of this dream is a sheet of red paper with white dots on it that are slowly circling around with blurry tails.
2. I'm on the patio of a bar (Rustic Cabins) and The Sun Messengers are going to play for an advertising crown. I ask Rick if I can sit in on sax and do a crazy avant-garde solo. He says maybe later on. As the band gets ready to play, the owner, who is sitting at one of the benches starts paying his stereo loudly. I mutter, "Turn the music down, asshole." He gets up and looks around to see wo said it. The band gets pissed off and starts packing up.
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