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The first thing I remember about this dream is that there is more too it than I remember, so let's jump right into it. I'm walking toward a crowd of people with many familiar faces. People are sectioned off into a group, almost like a dinner party. I notice an already full group of my friends shrugging at me, but I'm not discouraged because I turn my head to see a group of my best friends, along with two employees from the local record store, with an open spot.

Settling in, I realize there are several bands scheduled to play that I'd known in my youth, but never payed much attention to. For that, I'm somewhat excited. My group and I briefly discuss a game plan for the afternoon as if there is some task for us to complete by the end of it. A pop-punk band starts playing, and I'm reluctant to enjoy it because of what the record store employees might think.

Small portions of groups start to break off and walk towards the back of the room. Breakfast is being served, so I decide to jump in line with a couple of my friends until we realize how long it's going to take and that it'd be less troublesome to just wait for the line to die down. It's all very vague after this point, but I remember there being some dialogue during and after this fragment.

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