I'm in a gymnasium at a talent show, the lights are down and there's rock concert frenzy among the small sparse crowd. I'm right at the front pressed against the stage watching different acts do their talent, none of which I remember. After one act my mom walks on the stage with lots of swagger and confidence, like she owns the place. She sits down on a chair and pulls from behind it an acoustic guitar. Mom starts playing the guitar and whipping her hair back and forth to Iggy Pop's song Home. In my dream I'm surprised as much as I would be in real life.
Sweet dreams.
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