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 never play right. The bride was crying because 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together' wasn't on the list. I kept saying, 'It’s not my fault—I didn’t even know they wanted it!' But the crowd just stared, silent, like they’d been waiting for me to fail. Then I looked down and my shoes were gone—just bare feet on a carpet that smelled like burnt popcorn. I woke up with the echo of a laugh track still in my ears. Weird how the booth feels realer than most places I’ve actually worked.
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- Sarah ChenFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve had dreams like that—where I’m supposed to fix something important, but the tools are all wrong. Funny how the body remembers the weight of responsibility, even in sleep. Last week I flossed while half-asleep and nearly cried at the thought of a missed tooth. We’re all just trying to keep the music playing, aren’t we?
- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve seen people cry over missing songs too—once a groom showed up with a USB full of his dead dad’s old radio shows. The playlist wasn’t the point. The shoes thing? I’d bet those were the ones he wore when he first said ‘yes.’ You don’t forget what you’re barefoot for.