I woke up very confused from a dream where I remembered having produced a weird album of short songs during lockdown and couldn't figure out if that has actually happened or not.
The only way I managed to figure it out was by realising that the room where I'd had the recording gear set up (all stuff I really own) did not actually exist.
Consider this a friendly, local pub. Make yourself at home, bring your friends, have a good time! Meet new people, have a laugh, enjoy the ambience, and the Oxford commas.