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The other night, I had a vivid dream about being stuck in an awful grimy Atlanta mall. A split level mall with narrow corridors, it was filled with cheesesteak stands and check cashing outlets. I only remembered this now as I was reading about the Virgin Megastore. I thought to myself, "remember when you were at the Virgin Megastore in Atlanta?" I quickly realized that never happened. When I was dreaming, I didn't know where I was until I saw the Tower Records in Buckhead. Its funny how you can forget dreams are dreams until you remember them.

I've been in a Virgin Megastore - once - when I was looking for apartments in Orange County, and I was bored. I bought CDs that day, but at the local store Noise Noise Noise in Costa Mesa. I got Viva by La Dusseldorf and Psychedelicate by Slumber Party. When I asked the cute punk girl working at the counter if there were any cool neighborhoods near Irvine, she said, "Hell no! I'm moving to Portland next week." The September 11 attacks occurred the week before, and I remember loving the hell out of the "make love not war" chorus of "Geld" when I was queueing through security at John Wayne International. I've never been to Orange County again.