The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

This dream starts with me listening to my cassette player. Unsatisfied with the quality, I decided to go to the record store, where I found like twelve jensen cassette players kind of just on the shelves.

Fragment 2: There was a theater in the middle of a desert like area a mountain where me, C, and K, as well as some other theater were listening to a grindcore song being played through a projector. My friend's reactions were as follows:
What even is this? - C
This song fucking sucks - K
As soon as the song was over, I got up and said "still not better than dream theaterIN MY OPINION!"

Fragment 3: my nephew/mmkk's brother was listening to what he thought was a cassette player. It had similarities to a mini cassette player, but more digital looking. I told him that that's not even what cassette players look like, but he didn't listen. I then got out my phone, which for some reason, had Kim Jong Un and Robbie rotten or someone like him over the gay flag as the wallpaper, and tried to find an app to prove him wrong. No luck. There was also a fragment where I was sitting across from N in a classroom somewhere in there.