I seem to be taking a break from something, perhaps a studio session. I walk out on the street with a friend, it is night in a city, and we are looking for a bar or some people. We walk down to the main street, just a block or two down. Looking up and down the street, we see nothing interesting, just closed businesses, and I remark that I've done this before, and there isn't anything around here.

Then we see a neon "bar" sign, across the street and one block down, with the door on a side street. I can see some black people there, and a girl stretches her long leg out to the side like a prostitute. I think we wouldn't fit in very well there, but my companion is black, and seems to know the place. So I say sure, I'll go, just stick with me so I don't look like such an outsider.

So we go over there, but it is even stranger inside. It's not like a bar, it's a house. It's well lit inside, and seems hippy-ish, with beaded curtains for doors. I've lost my friend, and I'm just wandering the house, looking at the knicknacks, which I think are for sale. Suddenly I'm told that I've taken a wrong turn, apparently stepping into an area exclusively for white women. I'm sort of pushed back into the central area, which also seems to be mostly white women.