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I am at a concert, at an outdoor venue that seems like a large bowl - almost like a football field, but smaller, steeper, and more circular. The scenery looks like it may be California. Right now, Jackie Greene is playing the piano while also playing the harmonica. I watch him play the keys and listen to the simultaneous phrasing of the harmonica. The song ends, the crowd cheers, and an older Jerry Garcia who is also down in the bowl area seems impressed, making a comment about him having a groove, etc. Now, I am somehow rewinding the performance to watch and listen again. I think the song is either ‘Gone Wanderin’ or ‘Tell Me Mama’. I make a comment about taping it and next thing I know the man next to me is handing me some kind of recorder. It is about the size of a brick, black, and has a microphone on one end. I notice little hand written notes taped to it. I accidentally record a few seconds prompting an SD card to fall out. I think it is really pretty cool and that now I can tape things and maybe upload them. I think I’ll use it a bit and mail it back to the guy afterwards. Now I think him and another guy are giving me and someone else a ride home. I think we are in an older pick up truck and in Dad’s neighborhood. I think he is letting his dog out on the side of the road for a bit and then is gone. I meant to tell the guy thanks and that he really didn’t have to, but never did.

I am at work when a chubby blond lady abruptly asks me where something is (a movie, I think). I am slightly irritated because I am not even dressed like a sales associate. I go to look for her, opening a door by the emergency exit by the men’s shoes. It leads to a huge, depressed, concrete area with a ton of racks (or shelves?) The movie that she asked for starts with a letter close to the beginning of the alphabet, so I figure it will be easy to look for. I am now walking around the sales floor and notice that I am wearing a White Chapel band shirt. There is a graphic and the band name above it in a white and almost cursive font. It all seems faint or worn. I open the same door again and see that there are a lot less racks/shelves… until I notice that they are actually cars and the area is a parking lot. I think I walk into it with the associate Julie.

I think I am working, but I think I’m at a Walmart. There is a younger, Hispanic? guy who goes in the fitting room with Levis and I think wears some out under his jeans. He then grabs a belt and holds it in a loop but makes no other attempt to hide it as he walks out with it. Now, I am either chasing him or I am the guy, running. I am chasing him and I think we both get on a train. We end up in another, larger building and he gets onto an elevator. I get in another, trying to catch up. This building looks like a shopping mall, and it is on the ground floor where we finally catch him. There is another girl what works LP here too. The guy seems pretty down at having been caught, but we are pretty lighthearted and impressed with him. I make a comment to the girl about how they’re good for catching him and maybe I should work LP here.