Underground R&B

Date: 4/23/2020

Last night I dreamt that my friends and I went to this club. It wasn’t so much as a club, but a place where inside artists go to hangout. It looked like one of those places where you’d go and play laser tag. One of my friends kept reminding me that I was single now, and that I should go talk with one of the guys there. As we’re walking through the rooms, I notice a guy sitting down at one of the tables. I assumed he was pretty popular already but, still, I approach him. He reminded me of a white tiger. Whatever that means that’s what I was feeling, so we’ll call him “Siberian”. I introduced myself and my friends who were standing there. I told “Siberian” I thought he was attractive and that we should get to know each other. He told me he had a girlfriend, but we exchanged instagrams still somehow. I didn’t think he was into me, and word got around through the club that he thought I was a crazed fan—I don’t know him and he’s not even real. I go to Instagram and see that he’s trying to flirt with me in the comments and it pissed me off. I think I was aware of it being a dream at some point which annoyed me even more because how do you get rejected by your own imagination?? I sat down somewhere else and a guy that reminded me of Brent Fayaiz sat down next to me. He told me not to worry about “Siberian” and that he was always a bit of a jerk. He was really comforting. He just kept talking about the club and a gave run down of all the different artists that regularly came. He mentioned that “Siberian” was a regular there, and sometimes if you asked him for money he’d leave his wallet under the table. Hearing this, of course I was gonna steal that mans wallet. So in the midst of his story, I reached under the table and found it without “Brent” knowing. He then went to check if the wallet was there (and since I took it) was disappointed that it wasn’t. He seemed annoyed and obviously assumed “Siberian” wasn’t gonna lend him the five dollars he asked for. I ended up cutting our time short and heading to a different part of the club that served as a planetarium/theater. Using my newfound wallet, I paid for a viewing and watched as music videos came up on the screen. Somewhere halfway the Brent guy was sitting beside me, and he figured I took the wallet. He found it amusing. He told me I should think about becoming a part of the regulars and learn more about the underground music industry. I declined but handed him “Siberian’s” wallet before getting up and leaving. Then I woke up :P