I dreamed I was a wedding DJ who forgot the playlist

I was in a booth made of glass and old vinyl records, the kind that crackle when you touch them. The bride and groom were smiling at me from the dance floor, but no music was playing. I kept pulling out USB drives—empty, blank, or full of songs I’d never heard before. One had a file called 'My Life in 1997'. I woke up with my hand still reaching for a non-existent remote. Sometimes I think the booth is just a confessional.