I'm in a darkened room, all greys. It appears to be late at night, after the end of a concert; roadies are breaking down equipment in an adjacent room. With me is my girlfriend Tiffany of a couple of decades ago. She appears to be just waking up, and I comment to her that she has been asleep. She doesn't believe me at first, so I ask her, "well do you remember the end of the show?", and she doesn't. I feel like I don't remember it either, like the time is missing; maybe I just woke up too.

Then Christopher Hall, of the band The Dreaming, comes by, pushing an amplifier or speaker cabinet on wheels. As if he recognizes me, we greet each other, and he asks me how the show was. My comments are positive, though I think I mention something could be improved as well.

(I met Christopher Hall after a Dreaming show many years ago, and we had a short conversation.)