oxenfree

For some reason I was going to audition for a band. I remember riding with them in the back of a van for a while. When we got there it was a really rustic cabin with lots of strangely made guitars. They were all dark brown and not damp, but the whole dream was just dimly lit. I found one that looked like a telecaster, and started to try to play it, but it had pieces of dry wood glued all over the fretboard.

I was in a library and found a box on a bottom shelf with some weirdly faded money. I found more in a few different places and was hiding it, and trying to get away with having it. Eventually I was going down a gravel road and ended up wanting to go put it back since I felt bad.

Something about moving to North Carolina and I didn't like that weather was always the same. It was always blue skies and really pretty, never raining or any bad weather. It sucked but it kinda didn't. It was me and somebody else, and we were looking at the scenery, the trees and everything looked really nice.