I was walking around in a strange city. I heard music being played, in a few different places. I followed one of the songs and discovered a band playing in a clearing, in a small public park. At first, I sat on a ledge above where they were, as I saw that others had done this. But immediately after I sat down, a strange man sat down next to me and starting staring at me, so I got right up and left.
I walked down to where the band was and stood near them. There were iron bars that separated the band from passersby.
The band was extremely good. They had a violin player, guitars, drums, etc. I donâ€™t recall how this happened, but the show had ended and I was now at the home of one of the musicians, sitting and chatting with them on an outside patio or front porch. There was a man with long hair and a woman. At first, I thought they were together, but I think they were just friends or bandmates/housemates.
It was a very cool-looking neighborhood, with many tiny houses lined up like row houses, and some people had their beds right in the front yards, with hippie types of decorations. It had a Scandinavian vibe, very lose and free-spirited, so I was thinking that this was somewhere in Europe.
I asked them if this area was special to them, if they enjoyed living there and if it had some special meaning for them. The woman answered that it wasnâ€™t the place, but the people. She said something about this other woman she knew, and I got the feeling this girl was her partner. Then I responded with something like how I hadnâ€™t â€œfound my clanâ€ yet, and I mentioned how my best friend was really my only close friend.
They said, â€œitâ€™s not too late,â€ and I explained that I was in my ’50s, but they still thought it wasnâ€™t too late for me to find my clan. They were very nice and laid back, and I felt that I could be happy there.share this:
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