Scarlet Life played a last-minute special show at
the Luggage Store. It was packed and they sounded great, but I spent most of the show in the back talking to
Wobbly. Afterwards I wanted to buy a CD from the band but they didn't have any. I told them how I had found a couple of songs on
Napster. They were all small nerdy people, like the members of
Cubby Creatures (I remember making this comparison in my dream). It was funny, seeing how their look didn't match the look that their sound evoked.
Then I helped Ernesto clean up. It was a Saturday afternoon and everything looked different. The place looked like a ratty basement. Brick walls, ratty carpet (which is not what the Luggage Store really looks like). I took it all in stride in the dream, and assumed it was just because it was a Saturday afternoon. Ah, the incredible credibility of dream facts... you just accept everything in dreams. Isn't that amazing?