I had this strange dream that I was driving around with a friend. I was taking her home, and she happened to live on the Tustin military base. I was telling her about how I had lived there when I was younger.
At the gate, I was trying to convince the Marine he should let me in, but he was getting surly, and then finally my friend showed him her ID and a piece of paper that looked sort of like a parking ticket, and he let us in.
We were driving around the base, and the houses had gotten really nice there. We could see the hangars and I asked her if she'd ever been inside. I was telling her how enormous they are up close, and she commented that one of them was 20 miles long.
We got to her house, and she had two kids. One was a teenage boy, and he was playing guitar. We ended up at some community center where we were all hanging out and her son was playing guitar.
That's about all I remember.
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