Someone is airing a Christmas radio show. It lasts two hours. I had been listening from the porch while they ran the broadcast inside. I went inside to help and saw that it was a little girl. She had people in two rooms performing and suddenly started relying on me to provide a little filler between like saying, "Thank you! What a wonderful performance! This next piece is..." and she would fill in the rest. My microphone was a hairdryer that had been converted, and she had a little bit better one that she would sing in to. She seemed to be singing along with all the songs which seemed unprossional to me. The songs were short and she ran out of material. She became a teenage boy and decided to quit, get dressed up, and find someone to go out on a date with. There were 20 minutes left of the time slot. I thought about volunteering to sing to fill it but I thought it would make me seem over-eager. I was in the car with the teenage boy, who was Prince Harry and a song I wrote came on the radio. It was a parody of What Child is This? only all the words were about being a Royal and being wealthy. I was the prince's distant cousin, and I was embarrassed that he might think I was trying to ride on his coattails.
I am visiting a stable. It's huge and above the stalls it looks like a motel. I remember that they are actually condos that people own, and that my Grandmother has one. She had bought it as a treat to have somewhere to get away. She is upstairs in her condo with her sister, I see them up there briefly. I am downstairs with one of my horses. I had been riding a little bit and the people there had been impressed with how docile she was. I was putting her away and I saw a very fancy man who looked and sounded Italian. He was maybe around 45 but wasn't a normal person. He looked like a very rich, spoiled, adult child. He had a very fancy riding outfit and he was berating the staff for not feeding his expensive horse just how he wanted them to feed it. I thought he seemed obnoxious.
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