I'm at something kind of festival in a small town. We go to some movies and then we're walking back to the main grounds, but we have to stop and find my boots, which I removed and misplaced before the films. I find them on a muddy side road, recalling why and when I took them off.

The side road goes off inland in an area where the main road travels along a 20-foot bluff down to a river. I climb down to the water, I think to wash the mud off my boots, but also to see the biggest goldfish ever, swimming in the pools at the edge of the river. These fish are around 18 inches long, probably 15 pounds. I'm concerned about scaring them, but it turns out to be quite the opposite. They swim right up to my bare legs and I wonder if they will bite me.

We then continue to a field where a band is playing, kind of an acoustic act which seems pretty good. They finish, and another band comes on, this one heavier and louder. I think they probably have a pretty cool sound, and they have two drummers that play very tightly together, even doing a nearly identical solo. But the sound reproduction is very muddy and it's hard to hear anything.