I was spending a few nights out in Vegas. I'm not sure how it happened but I felt famous when I was on some kind of flying transportation flying over the city viewing all the shiny night lights. Later, I landed in front of a parking lot somewhere in the middle of the city. It was this time when I knew I had a lot of attention on me. There was this one guy who was with me, trying to convince me to sign a sort of contract that can change the way I look like when out in the public. I listened to him and for some reason I thought of the name "Altaer" at that time. Later, I felt in a whole new place. I was somewhere in the city exploring. I saw this man who was trying to sell me something. It was something that I've seen before. It was a box full of cards, albums maybe. I'm not sure what they were. I decided to get one just to see what they were. The man told me that there was something special about these things. It had something to do with a girl, I think of Janna but I'm still not sure. This girl, she doesn't seem so special but it did.
whiterains dream the first bit i can recal is quite odd. i was going through a town in the past, and people were storing albums in weird places. they were sticking them to the bottom of buildings on the side of the street for safe keeping. may just have been about how much more trusting people have been in the past and you can leave your door unlocked without worrying kind of thing. one guy rode past some one sticking their album to the wall and kicked sand at it to help it stick. all made sense even though i am thinking to myself did they really do this in the old days? next i am at a party at home. its more of a dull adults type thing. i wanted to eat some olives so was hunting round my kitchen for something that i can put some on to share with everyone. our front window has turned into a type of porch. there is some guy next door who pulls up in a massive stretch limo. the limo scrapes down the side of the porch. my mum goes to have a word but comes back saying he just wouldnt talk to her. i go round there to try to ask him to be more careful of the porch and it turns out he is south african and doesnt speak the best english but is nice enough and he cheerily agrees to be more careful and we shake hands. the only other bit i remember was just some small talk with guests telling them where toilets are and how to get to the garden where everyone at the party is hanging out
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