Oh… it's a dream I was having.
And it really stirred my nostalgia-filled brain.
I dreamed that I was in an internet café and karaoke bar, singing the songs that defined my childhood.
And my old classmates from high school did the same, right in the same PCs that doubled as karaoke machines.
We didn't care if other people would hear the cacophony that ensued; that place was rented for us, who were about to graduate, and thus everything was a-OK.
And once we were done with one song and we would decide which song to sing next, we would sign one other's dedications on our own folders, to show that no matter how far we may be apart after graduation, we would still remember each other.
This went on and on until our throats were exhausted and we had no more songs to decide on.
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Ah, the bliss of nostalgia, the pining for the times that have passed.
I wonder if that paved the way for this… unusual dream of mine.
At least it's not a nightmare.
It's morning again.
