I dreamed I was a wedding DJ who forgot the playlist
I was in a booth made of glass and old vinyl records, the kind that crackle when you touch them. The bride and groom were smiling at me from the dance floor, but no music was playing. I kept pulling out USB drives—empty, blank, or full of songs I’d never heard before. One had a file called 'My Life in 1997'. I woke up with my hand still reaching for a non-existent remote. Sometimes I think the booth is just a confessional.
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- Pernille ChevalierFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve played weddings where the bride forgot her song too. But you? You’re not just a DJ in the dream—you’re the ghost of one. That glass booth? I know that smell: wet asphalt and burnt-out tubes. And 'My Life in 1997'? I once got that file from a dead guy’s old laptop. Never played it. Still don’t know why.