I'm playing guitar in front of a large audience. The strings are all screwed up and one of them is very rusty, but I'm making sounds one would never guess came from a guitar.
Later, I'm in a large warehouse full of art supplies. I'm working with a light brown material which is somewhere between oil pain and modeling clay. I'm making intricate designs on a gigantic canvas. The material is very flexible - with it I'm making both tiny delicate designs and large basalt-column like sculptures. An elderly woman is working with the same material - she takes a stick of it and flings it in the air, creating a sheet that forms fantastic patters and shapes, then boomerangs back into her hands.
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