I dreamed MM and her family owned an oil well of some sort. It's like, there was this subterranean cavern filled with oil, and when her family started drilling, they hit some kind of pocket that opened up a black hole. I talked to her about it, and I said I'd had a dream about the same thing, about drilling into an oil well that turned into a black hole, and the earth crumbled as a result. The earth on top of the oil well, not the entire earth. I think we were at a restaurant with lots of people at it when we were talking about it. Or maybe we were remembering the restaurant. It was sorta like a work function, and it was sort of a nice dark brown lit place.
Later, I was playing a gig, and for a while I was in an all-girl band with 3 members. There was a large audience, and it was sort of an outdoors place. Sort of like a cafe, I guess, but out doors, with a couple shelters (a roof supported by 4 posts). There were a bunch of young-ish guys leaning on a wooden wall about 3 or 4 feet high, and they started dissipating. It looked like they had plans for the evening. The band re-formed so that it was just me and my ex-boyfriend, J. I think he was my boyfriend in the dream. The owners of the place said we weren't allowed to have more than 1 person singing, and I'm not sure why they didn't want harmonies or multiple microphones. But, I went ahead and sang harmony into the same microphone J was singing into cuz screw 'em. There wasn't much they could do, anyway. And, although it was well-attended, people kept leaving. We started playing a somewhat jazzy piece, and he ended up way over, about 20 or 30 feet away from me under a different wood shelter. He was playing sort of an organ part on keyboards. We got to the point in the song where he was supposed to start singing, but he didn't. He just played the keyboard part that started up at the same time. I think it had sort of a raggae beat.
I ran up to him (still playing my guitar) and reminded him that he's supposed to start singing. He's like all, "oh shit" and he and I both run back to the place where we both originally were. He positioned himself on the floor where he was supposed to start singing, and I got a microphone on a microphone stand (it was all one thing, the mic and the stand) (it was black). I was adjusting the mic stand so he could sing into it; it was at about a 45 degree angle, and I was thinking about the phallic nature of it while I was messing around with it. We looked and realized the whole audience had left. Even the owner of the place, who had been under the overhang of the structure (that must've housed the kitchen) had left. There was somewhat muddy dirt with all these tire tracks, some of which looked like tractor tracks. I assumed people didn't want to stay because there was no alcohol, and no or not much food. If it was a bar with food, people'd've stayed.
Then, I was walking past a police station which was next door to where I was living in the dream. There was smoke coming out of the police station, and there was a police man standing outside of the structure just looking at the smoke coming out of it, but not doing anything about it. I thought it was odd that he wasn't doing anything to put out the fire.
I went to the place where I lived, which was sort of like real life, but lighter inside. There were other people who lived there, too, and the police were investigating them, I guess, to see if they had started the fire.
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