I woke up very confused from a dream where I remembered having produced a weird album of short songs during lockdown and couldn't figure out if that has actually happened or not.

The only way I managed to figure it out was by realising that the room where I'd had the recording gear set up (all stuff I really own) did not actually exist.

I guess a more obvious clue should have been that this all happened directly after I spent some time in jail with Snoop Dogg (nice guy, he bought me a drink at the prison bar).

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