Sétima Legião - Noutro Lugar

You know, I often dream of places that no longer exist. It's not nostalgia, or longing for what I perceive as a better time, I don't think. It's just that some of these places have left some very lasting impressions deep inside my mind. One of these recurring themes are record stores. There's one in particular that I dream of, and these dreams actually include a part of the store that a) I've never actually been to and b) I don't even know if it existed at all, which is its stock room. Now, when I dream of this particular store, this room is either directly behind the counter, or in some hidden room above the store itself. It's usually the same dream - I go in, I browse whatever they have on display, and then for some reason I get invited to see the back room, and they have oodles of long out of issue records, deleted singles, you name it - and it's right there for the taking, only I never have money on me, and that door is closed forever.
The real life record store was in a teeny tiny shopping centre that still exists to this day, and it's funny how huge it seemed to me when I was younger, it seemed to contain everything that mattered to me in its limited space : a record store, a toy store, a fairly decent bookstore, a theater, some arcade machines littered throughout and a pet shop. It was a two floor thing, and yet it seemed bigger than the world to me then - I literally spent so many hours there because my mother used to work not even two minutes away from there, just across the street.
I still remember this record store in the pre-CD days, where it was just vinyl and tapes, long plays and seven inches, boxes and shelves of it, neatly organized.
It was here that I fell in love with Sétima Legião, named after the Legio VII Gemina, and its glorious singer, Pedro Oliveira, owner of one the most amazing voices I've ever heard in any language. 
One thing I actually miss is feeling this sense of wonder I felt then, when every single trip to one of these stores could mean some surprise. It's one of the necessities of modern life, what with everything so readily available, and so spoiled for you months in advance. I remember going into a toy store and a whole new series of Transformers would be up for sale, so many new characters, so many cool transformations, and sometimes - better yet - there'd be a new free G.I. Joe catalog that you could take home with you, and you'd painstakingly scrutinize every element of those pictures in the catalog and you'd feel excited and raring to collect those figures, you'd make a list of those who you'd prioritize and sometimes, every so often, you'd even be thrown a curve ball because you'd see some Joe or Cobra (or my faves, the Dreadnoks) that wasn't even in the catalog and you'd wonder where he came from... was he from a past collection? was it an accident that somehow threw him in the mix, and there he was, a lone figure among his new collection of buddies that you just had to have. That was actually how I got my Dr. Mindbender figure, true story.