Horizons Far

So it's the 1980's, and you may not be completely compos mentis when you meet this amazing group of musicians at a random party, four girls and a guy, who are desperately short of a bass player. You volunteer, obs. Before you know it you are teaching them your songs, the versions they come up with are amazing, and you are touring the music across the world and the Solar System (what?) Then after maybe a few weeks, you wake up, and they were never here. You're dreaming, bud. Playing gigs on the moons of Jupiter? Riiiiight, sure you were. What you been smoking, dude, and where can I get some?

So it was a dream, or a trip, or a mental health crisis maybe, but it was beautiful. Forty years ago, but I still remember them so well. We made some amazing music together. Except it didn't happen.

Then one day, a lifetime later, a USB drive arrives out of the blue, via the old fashioned post. Peeked at it very cautiously, but there was nothing hostile there, it's just a big music file and a few pictures from somewhere. Almost didn't bother to listen to it, but I did, and I recognised it immediately. My songs, the girls playing them so brilliantly. Amy's voice, Simran's fiddle, Roxy's guitar. And a note that just said "You can release this now if you want. Sorry we couldn't take you with us. Thanks for everything! A".

The next day, it was still there, and still the same music. So it wasn't a dream? Where did they go, and where was I all those years ago? Did I meet some time-travellers? Fall through a hole in space-time? Will the music suddenly disappear, like they did?

It hasn't so far.