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I was driving in a parking lot, looking for a space to park. SM was in the passenger seat looking for a space as well. We finally found a space in the rear of the parking lot near a row of what looked like town houses. I do not remember getting out of the car or walking through the parking lot. My next recollection was that I was now in the rear of a rather large banquet room (the kind like you would find in a hotel). There was no carpet and the room was not really all that decorated. I just remember the stage at the front and the 30 or 40 sets of tables and chairs. It felt like I was in the process of setting up music equipment, not on the stage but in the back of the room. I had it in my mind that I was going to play there. I have vague memories of actually playing and some of the people I saw there, but I do not know if that is just me adding to the dream or that it was part of the dream. Basically, I do not really remember the banquet. The next recollection was me walking through the parking lot. It was a nice day. Warm. Blue skies. I ran into BR and his wife who were shuffling thing around in the trunk of their car. They called me over and asked me to look at something. BR's wife handed me a piece of paper and somehow I got the impression that it was their kid's homework. I do not really think she said that it was, but I just got the idea that it was. She pointed to the answer for question #7 and asked me what language it was. I looked at it for a few moments, the words were not all that clear. Then they came into focus and somehow I recognized it a "Nepalese". BR looked at me. He was kind of stunned and I think a little angry. "Right" he sighed and took the paper from me. I shrugged and started walking toward my car. Weird thing was that I saw my car and must have walked right passed it. The next thing I remember was thinking, "damn... I walked right passed my car." I turned around to see how far I was from it and realized it was dark. Night time! I saw my car, it was not that far away. I put a guitar case into the trunk and realized that I had more stuff back at the banquet hall. I remember being concerned about my stuff being there and thinking someone was going to steal something. Then, bam! I was in the banquet hall standing right in front of the stage in front. All my music stuff was there. So was ES, whom I have not seen in at least 20 years. He was still a kid, probably around 13 or so. He was talking to me, but I do not recall the conversation. I just remember him talking. I looked at my stuff and felt a little worried because there was too much for me to take in one trip. The thought of having to walk back and forth kind of annoyed me. I just remember standing there wondering how I could get it all in one trip.