Last night I had a dream in which I was in a crowded pub sort of place, and a large, festive party was taking place. I knew many of the people there, though many I did not. I was searching for something, though I couldn’t remember what, until I found a large, heavy pearl on the floor and knew it was the object in question. I palmed it, and headed out, passing some loud drunk women at the bar, none of which I know. One of them, as I passed, grabbed at me and in a really caricature-y midwestern (think the movie “Fargo”) accent said that I should be sure to Google “summer scots” upon waking. I questioned her, and why I should do that, and she insisted I just do it anyway.

Now, there is the Summer Scots Match Play in July, which would make sense with as many times one might associate me with the golf industry, and there is apparently a music festival in Edinburgh which might fit the bill, but what am I supposed to with with such informaton? And, why did my brain make her so accented and midwestern?

Needless to say, my Google search turned up little. Anyone want to try their hand at dream interp on this one?

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