I played a sweet concert in the middle of my woods. It didn't look too different from the real place, except there were far more teepees than usual. This was an interesting dream because I had the day before discussed, with my older brother, putting on such a concert.
Anyway, I played some crazy bluesy stuff, along with some old-timey junk. At the end of the concert (by this time night had fallen), I lit my piano on fire and played it until my hands and wrists were charred.
I woke up somewhere between being burnt and being completely engulfed in flame.
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