I'm going to some show, like a big church program. It's in a cathedral somewhere in this large park, and I don't know where. With some companions, I'm walking through the park. I come to a building, and some officials like security guards talk to me. I show them a flyer (on a large stack of other papers I'm carrying) that announces the event and shows where it is, as though I can't explain it, or we speak different languages.

They tell me I have to hurry, it's almost time to start and it's in another part of they park, and offer to take me and my companions there. I follow this one who is a midget version of Luciano Pavarotti. I think they will rush us there in golf carts, but they pile into a tiny child-sized Volkswagen Beetle, throwing our backpacks into the trunk, which is where the engine would normally be, in the back.

The trunk is still open, and I can't quite fit all the backpacks in, when they start driving away, and I'm following and picking up what falls out and trying to stuff it all in the trunk.