I'm hanging out with some goth female musicians. It's nighttime. Someone asks me to do some freeform poetry. I do some riffing. Then we're on a lawn, packing up our equipment.
I'm with Kathleen Kargula and someone wants to meet her dad. I tell them he's a famous artist.
I'm at a Jewish wedding and I'm looking for some styrofoam containers to take some food home. Then they run out of everything. I grab some candies and a couple big bags of Better Made potato chips.
There's some kind of creature living behind our garage. It's all overgrown so I can't see it. I spray it with water either to melt it or make it go away.
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