All that I can remember of this dream is that it was maybe late afternoon or early evening in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and I was at what seemed to be a slightly fictional version of my aunt JE’s house.
Isabelle Antena was there for a small private concert I assume, she had a male assistant who looked somewhat like a younger version of Don Lemon, and she probably had her equipment outside in the front yard which is where she probably had her concert.
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