An Indian group is there. Sitar(s?) and drums. They start playing. I turn my guitar around and start playing along with them. There are two beautiful women at our table. I think about how I'd better not fuck up, in front of them.
Interpretation?: I want to make droning music, and impress women.
I thought dreams weren't supposed to be so obvious. Where is the stuff we didn't already know? I need to buy some Indian music. Pran Nath has first priority.
- Current Mood:
thoughtful
- Current Music:Swans - Mind/Body/Light/Sound
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