The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

10/2/12
I am in a tattoo shop, about to get my second tattoo [which I plan on getting soon IRL]: the words 'Start Something', potentially on my chest. [This is a nice motto I have about being proactive and doing something productive instead of just thinking about it, as well as the name of the first album I ever bought, which I listened to everyday for 2 years walking to and from school during a not-so-good time of my life]

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I'm at the edge of a lecture theatre, watching a hot DC lecturer give a talk while lying down. Later, at home, I find some sort of oral hygiene kit behind a sofa, which unfortunately has a dog excrement on. This then means we have to either give up or put down the dog, who is sometimes an old man.
I am then in the perspective of Modern Family's Phil as he explains how he burned all his not-so-masculine clothes [his femininity/childishness being a recurring theme in the show] in order to impress his father-in-law. Like previous dreams, telling the story transports me into it, and the clothes become mine. I manage to salvage some of my favourite clothes but the rest are incinerated.