The saga begins in the mountains, where I am traveling by train or bus with Angus and Julie. Our transportation ends for some unexpected reason and we are left in some high mountain villa. We examine lodging there, then decide that maybe it's not too far for a nice hike. I take the pilot mission and it's indeed very short, just an hour or so down the hill to the city. I think I remember this path from a previous dream.

We finish our hiking and I'm driving home. I decide to make a brief stop at a large lodge-type bar out in the country for a beer.

I choose a small subsidiary bar in its own building, and sit down for a couple beers. I take a shine to the barmaid there and start talking to her. She seems small and cute, dark-haired and slightly thickly built, not like anyone I know. They are short-handed and I end up offering to help. I do only a little work now, to help her out, but I offer to take a job. She says she can clean and serve and I can tend bar. But I say I don't know how the mixed drink recipes, so maybe she can tend the bar and I can do the other stuff. She can teach me the recipes, we can work it out.

I do clean some tables, and clumsily drop a ceramic pig napkin-holder (such as I have at home) and break a piece off it. She tells me she does that all the time, they're just fragile, put the pieces with it and someone will come along and fix it later.

I end up staying the night in the bar, together with the girl (but no hanky-panky). I awaken in the morning and we start kissing. She worries that if I get up and leave, I will disappear and never come back.

On some high turret I meet the manager, who has heard that I want the job, and assures me that I am hired. I accept, and I want to return soon, but I realize that Natasha has been waiting at home all night and doesn't know where I am, so I should go home.

I don't go home. I end up at the girl's house, a farm out in the country. I get dressed to meet her family, embarrassed that I have only one set of clothes with me, and it's rather dirty. "I'm sorry I don't have some more variety to offer", I think.

Then the girl and her younger sister come by carrying a large roasted turkey in a pan between them. I realize that it is Thanksgiving, and I tell her I'm sorry, but I can't stay for dinner. I have my own family, who will also have a dinner, and I can't eat two dinners. I apologize, but I have to go.

I still don't go home. I end up at a hilltop convenience store at 2 o'clock in the morning. It seems there are two stores, and one of them has decided it is cutoff time, though I thought the limit was 2:30. I go into the other, and they are still selling. Their selection isn't good, but I pick out a cheap can of beer just to have one.