An odd dream of a musical.

Last month I dreamnt -

I'm watching something like real life but it's like a movie, and an actress playing Eva Peron with her hair wrapped up in something like a towel is walking around inside by the huge picture windows of a self-standing television store with heap of televisions heaped up in the middle among the beige walls and crisp lighting, and she's singing "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina" as people crowd up by the windows and I suddenly know that she's taken refuge there, and then I look at the people and I look back and now she's shirtless with a thin torso and very small, almost withered breasts, but she's still careening around inside the store by the windows.

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