I'm at a closing party with about 30 other people. Seems we've been participating in some training activity together for the last few weeks, and this is our last night together. It's in a place like grandma's garage, but it's all finished to be an inside room. Everybody has to get up and make a quick speech, one by one, but I already made mine, maybe the night before, like it was the long speech I made with Dave J for AP. Everybody else's speech is very short.

A girl gets up to make a speech; a girl I've been eyeing, and I think even slept with once during the last couple weeks. I wasn't sure about her then, but I want her to be my girlfriend. Part of her speech involves taking off her shirt to illustrate her point, even pulling off her bra in a strange way, exposing her breasts. After her speech, I can see her hanging around shirtless in the dark, at the back of the crowd. She comes into the room to say something, this time with her shirt on, but then I see her in back in the dark, again shirtless. I'm not sure why, but it is hot in here, so I think she must be enjoying the cool air.

The last speaker is my friend Andy, and he talks for about 10 seconds like he's setting up for a long story, then cuts it off abruptly and says "we're done, let's party." I'm standing right beside him, not quite sure if everybody has spoken, so that I can announce the exercise complete.

I go out to the back of the crowd, out by the road. A lot of people are sitting in a flattened circle all along the edge of the road, talking to each other. I go to the uphill end, and there on the grass is a miniature version of the scene, with a tiny little house, a tiny road, and a tiny flattened circle of people sitting, and moving as we move. I joke to somebody standing nearby that I'm worried if I throw a match or something into the scene, a monster-sized match might fall on us.

Near there is a pitcher of beer, and I pour myself a glass, but it's all full of weeds, some sort of spices that were placed in the pitcher, like green onions and dill and other plants. I pull them out of my glass with one hand and put them back in the pitcher, leaving almost nothing in my glass, but taking a few of the onions to munch on.

I take a swig and feel suddenly rather drunk, which I don't want to be. I start walking along the line of drinking, chattering people, looking for the girl. Several other girls are eyeing me, hitting on me, but I'm looking for the one.

Somebody suggests that we all meet down on the rocks; the beach is just a short downhill walk away, and it seems the party is going to move down there.

The next day is open for me, and several of my siblings, perhaps Steve and Leah, are meeting me the day after, so I have a free day. We must be in New Zealand, because I'm hoping to spend the spare day with Uncle Dennis and Aunt Sharon at their farm.

But I want to talk to the girl, because in just a few days I'll be going back to the States, and if we're to keep in touch, it has to happen now.