In my dream there isn’t whole lot of time to shop in the cinder block mall in Singapore before my flight out. I run into a friend at a music store and while I really want to buy random batches of dj white label 12″s from the bins, there’s no way they will fit in my luggage. The owner tells us they have CDs, but when he plays some it’s just bad covers of US rockabilly songs. I still haven’t found shoes.