The Midnight Train

I am buying clothes with my mom in Thailand at a night market. She says that they are fake but she will sell them as reals to get more profit. I am not ok with that but the shop owner even says that it's ok and like pretend that she never told us that they are fake. A big truck passes by playing Isarn Thai music. I have a wooden percussion in my hand and play along with the music (the percussion is usually made of brass). I even remember the rhythm. dotted quaver, semiquaver, crotchet over and over. But the percussion piece sucks and doesn't make much of a sound.

In a dream before that or you could say another event before that, I am in a posh building and talking with the security guard. He says that your mom (who presumably owns the building and whatever business she runs) should offer customers with insurance who come into the building for their personal belongings. He says a 75,000 TB insurance would do. Isn't that a bit much.