I'm at some sort of trade show. I walk around with a really cute girl who is rather short, and I'm touching her like we're together. The show isn't ready yet; on the main floor there are messes of people running around setting up things.

It's like she's giving me a tour. We walk through a kitchen, and I notice not is she just short, her legs are really tiny. Is she some sort of dwarf? She looks at my crotch and says something about "something really tiny", as if she had the impression that I were quite underequipped, and keeps making jokes about it. I don't answer.

We get into this proto-vehicle, that is some sort of display, like a military vehicle at a museum. There are at least four of us now, and I'm in the back seat. Along the top of the windshield are all these facets of glass that I have to count, somewhere in the low 20's. I joke as if issuing a dire status report on the radio, "Kchht, base, things are looking bad here, Window 17 is in bad shape, and I think Window 18 is on the verge of failure as well."