S**t bikes, bad vocals and lots of confusion.

Date: 2/7/2019

There used to be a pawn shop in the town I grew up in. I dreamt I was there with my mom. I was like 14. This place in my dream is now extremely huge with tons of land behind it. There are tons of musicians there and I go up to the counter wanting to buy a guitar. The owner (who was always impolite) says he is busy and my mom asks about a price on a bike. The dude charges her and also charges me for a bike I didnt want. I wanted a guitar. Her new bike cost as much as my old used one. We decided to just pedal home. Not even halfway my front tire flies into thousands of shreds and i noticed every part has been welded back on. We dump that bike and walk back. We find a room full of guitars, a small stage and people are setting up there. It was an older lady and a guitarist turning up. I say, "A twelve string?" He says...better it is a 114 string. He begins to play as the lady says....yeah we are a band! She starts singing and it sounds like dying crows lit on fire. Needless to say....we left quickly. In another small room there was a door. We opened it and it came to the outside where huge stages were and lots of musicians were setting up. Then I woke up saying to myself....that was the most random dream.....ever