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Nostalgic Scents, Oceanic Instruments

I arrived in Cranbrook with my car and Simon. Brittany Blackmore was standing on her driveway in the sun, topless, with her nipples painted bright neon colors. WOW, I said, and asked if she could do it to me. A little taken aback but said alright.
she had to go to work soon, so she did it fast and put blue dots around my eyes. She was getting anxious to not be late for work so I volunteered Simon to drive her. When he got in the drivers seat he said my car was really low on "air", like, badly. I scrambled to get something out of the car (my ipod?) so I could have wifi at her house. Meanwhile Im topless and painted.
Shes getting really late so I tell Simon to drive while I look for my ipod, and Ill just walk back a couple blocks. He ends up not stopping, not stopping, for SOOO many blocks. I kept telling him to stop but he didnt want to stop on a "curve" (as if we were on a highway, but we were in a residential area) and I was getting so frustrated I almost started crying.
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He then dropped me off where the road ended, on an adjascent road with a flea market. He dropped me off in front of a fruit stand with green/red mangoes. I got out. Suddenly it felt like I was in Iran.
I felt very self conscious all of a sudden, making sure I had my purse for money but didnt expect to be topless here.
I went under a curtain and into a shop. There was Persian shampoo products everywhere. I smelled the minty aroma of one of them and had the most potent sense of nostalgia. I wanted to buy one just to smell it. The lady owner, older bigger lady, was staring at me. I looked down and I was wearing a shirt suddenly so I felt better.
She came up to me and asked, "any word from your uncle?" (I sent my uncle an email 2 days ago, because he is moving to the US and of course he didnt reply due to family feuds). "No," I said, annoyed, and left without buying anything.
**
Suddenly I was in a complex flea market/music folk festival situation . I walked to the left, through the sun and the markets, into an establishment like a large coffee shop. A girl was giving a speech or lecture, and I ran right in front of her over to the coffee shop counter. Hahaha... dick move.
**
Suddenly I ended up INSIDE a website. It was Vashos website, only a different one. Vashosdfhakfhdkafhs.ca something like that.
It was for events. I was navigating through it and suddenly ended up inside a concert space... lots of seating, only the stage was the ocean.
Inside the edge of the coast of the ocean (like 10 feet into the water) was a band, performing with all their instruments. Saxophone, microphone, guitar, keyboard... the works.
The main frontman (all men) was handsome, rugged but not too tall, had a goorin flat cap, and green eyes and short brown hair. He had a beautiful voice. They were singing in the water, up to their hips or chests. The waves started getting stronger, and the front man, the shortest one, kept going totally under while he was singing, and then as the wave subsided he would continue his note, only in a really abrasive manner in compared to before as he was catching his breath. The music was all broken up now but it seemed more amusing, and I wondered if their instruments were dipped in some chemical to be waterproof?
After they ended there was an applause, and then Vasho came up, half disappointed, smiling in a shy way. The front man was putting on a darker dress shirt, and a fedora. Vasho said, "I was expecting something a little more like this..." and he played a vertical instrument that sounded like a piano. He played the same song they were playing, only BEAUTIFULLY.
The front man, not offended but a little surprised, said, "well, Ill make sure to be more clear about that next time."
Then I was backstage on risers, behind a black curtain peering out. A girl friend of mine was about to perform, maybe Ally roberton ? I told her she was gonna rock it.
I went to sit on a couch somewhere backstage (like famous players staff room?!) and saw 2 kids from Jr high. fat kid cody, who I hugged and rubbed his shaved head... and ... ? (nidal? not hyper enough..)
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There was this program, on PC only, like photoshop only called "naxural elements". yes, with an X. Michael red had it and so did Shiraz. Inside brittanys house back in cranbrook, Shiraz was showing it to me on an old school PC. It was a beautiful program, everything was patterned and color ful. Even the side scroll bar was covered in paisley, leopard print... fading colorful patterns.
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Another part was with Michael Red. He sent me a dirty text message, alluding to doggy style by showing a typed image of two cars bumping into each other. It seems super lame and ridiculous in retrospect but in the dream it was hugely teasing, and flirtatious.

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