Not Entirely Unrandom

I was at a gathering, in a cold time of the year in a mountain cabin. We took a break from out talk, and I, with some others, went out to a wooden pavilion covering a concrete deck. We wandered around for a while, and we found a man playing music. He was playing an instrument that was a hybrid between a banjo and a guitar. The music was sort of hick, not my prime taste, but after we turned our backs, something strange evolved, in which the musician became a more modern day DJ with turntables and all.
I had good conversation with my friends, but as we were talking, a college admissions officer came in and began giving a speech about college life. Somewhat bored, we wandered off to return to the cabin, which was now more of a condo, in an entirely different place. On the first floor of the condo structure, there was a little shop, so I decided to stop in, while the guy I was with got a call on his cell phone, split off, and went upstairs.
I went into the store, and saw that they had saltwater taffy for sale. I bought a bag, but then someone offered to exchange it for another bag of chocolate spoons and other cooking implements. So after that, I bought another bag of banana raspberry taffy.
I was doing the transaction, when the woman I was working with unexpectedly went off duty, and a man came to finish up the dealings. He calculated that I owed him $118, and since I had extra money on me, I wanted another bad of plain banana taffy.
The mans son was with him, helping him out. The strange thing was that there were multiple clones of the same son, being quite industrious. They started causing trouble, so the man has the clones start killing each other. They did so.
Just another dreamblog.