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backlogged dream: art gallery

My friends and I are at an art gallery. There is an opening event for a new exhibition; it is not clear how, but we have somehow been involved in putting it together. We are all sitting around a large table, wearing party hats and drinking wine. Someone is being loudly opinionated about something trivial, and everybody else is laughing.

A snooty woman comes over and says that we are making too much noise. I apologise, and everybody quietens down, but she is not mollified. She says that, really, we should not be there at all and it would be better if we just left.

We do not leave. Nobody with actual authority tries to get us to leave, either.

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