Or to quote Rasputina, "The scene is never what it used to be".
I had a lovely, wistful sort of dream the other night in which![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
solstice_lilac gave me an old compilation tape she had made long ago. (In the dream) I had a full stereo system with a tape deck that magically produced fantastic-quality audio, and I immediately played the tape. It was 120 minutes of gorgeous ethereal swirly goth music. I woke up with the melancholy realization that 1) I couldn't remember any of the bands on the dream tape, and 2) they probably didn't exist in the real world.
But oh! It was lovely while the dream lasted.
I had a lovely, wistful sort of dream the other night in which
solstice_lilac gave me an old compilation tape she had made long ago. (In the dream) I had a full stereo system with a tape deck that magically produced fantastic-quality audio, and I immediately played the tape. It was 120 minutes of gorgeous ethereal swirly goth music. I woke up with the melancholy realization that 1) I couldn't remember any of the bands on the dream tape, and 2) they probably didn't exist in the real world. But oh! It was lovely while the dream lasted.
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