I'm at some sort of event, in a big hall, crowded with people. I may have sneaked in or something, and now I'm hiding from someone. I don't want to be identified, to blend into the crowd. I take off my outer shirt and discard it. I also am wearing a black baseball cap, and I take it off because it looks recognizable, but I don't want to throw it away because I like it, yet I don't want to carry it around either.

I'm trying to find Marilyn Manson. He's here somewhere. I'm safe on the lower floor, but I think I saw him on the upper floor. There are stairs in all four corners of the room, but I need to ascend the correct one, where Manson is, because I can't hang around up there very long. I'm trying to orient myself in the room to figure out which stair to go up.

Later I hitch a ride on some sort of vehicle, going up into the hills to where I can pee. I climb on the outside of it, and hang on desperately as it careens up the winding streets. I climb further up onto the top, anchoring my hands and feet in the ridges at the edges of the vehicle's roof.