Dream Journal
I walked with Damon and B up the hill to the High School parking lot by the police station. There was a huge used CD sale being held there on fold up tables. There were also tables of DVDs and VHSs.
We headed straight for the table of VHSs, and I wondered why no one was browsing the table of DVDs; they are worth more. Damon found a few tapes he wanted, but I don’t see anything worth getting.