Icky dreams about subcultural and niche culture shifting from somewhere I might fit into yet another place of exclusion, all around sexism and gender and essentialism. It felt more real because I knew or recognized some of the faces.
What a strangely pleasant surprise, to find something good where it was not expected. This kind of thing could be confidence building, were it to continue...
man, I want the glam/cabaret star that lives inside Jack White to jump out and take me away to a half empty bar where it serenades me with piano songs...