fitful dream, can’t get comfortable so i’m dreaming about trying to find a place to sleep.  i’m on a bus, turns out with a lot of musicians.  one is being a dick talking about how i’m too close to his keyboard where i’m trying to lay down.  i pick a different spot and sleep for what feels like seconds, wake up with a guitar underneath me broken into chunks.

found the young lady the guitar belonged to and she was like, well now I can’t play tonight.  wheedled out of her a price range on the guitar and went to buy a replacement.  on way back, accidentally dropped it somewhere, doubled back to find it, with marching orders for a new location to meet her after i find it or just get the money from an atm.

by now it’s just a planes trains & automobiles flavored frustration dream.  i’m having more interaction than I’d prefer with ever-increasing numbers of homeless people along the way, end up in some underground cul-de-sac that turns out to be a gay bathhouse.  i had surmised shooting gallery for heroin, but the growing crowd said otherwise – tho they were overdressed and there was no water i could see.

and now i start work in a minute.  ugh.

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