All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I was standing outside in what looked like a fictional version of the field in front of The PH Trade Days area, and I was holding an acoustic guitar.
I was about to walk back to a fictional apartment across the street where I assume I lived when I noticed what looked like a hooded figure standing behind an electrical pole near the road to my left, and I looked in that direction and there was a man wearing a hoodie with the hood on who had dark-color skin but I could not see his face.
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