I'm at an evening meeting, at what appears to be a church. Mark is there with me, and my mind is really muddled. I tell him that I have forgotten my book (the text for this 'class') and my class notebook; I don't even have any way to take notes. I guess I'll just have to listen carefully, though I don't feel very capable of that.

I grab a snack in a cup from a table in the foyer, and then sit down on the floor in the auditorium. People are scattered around, doing something that I don't understand. The 'teacher' on the stage at the front of the room says "I see that some of you are confused by the moving carpets."

As I watch, some of the strips of pattern in the carpet, about six inches wide and as long as the room, start moving to the right. Some kids are yelling out numbers and letters occasionally, and I can see some marks chalked on the rug. "If you see a symbol on the floor, go ahead and call it out", she says. It seems like some kind of mysterious thing she has set up.

I'm eating something from this cup, much like peanut butter, and I realize that I have spilled it on my jeans, on the right leg between the knee and foot. I start scraping it off there and gathering it up in my hand, but it's becoming quite a mess, so I get up and go back to the foyer to clean it up. Somebody on the way points out "the shit on my pants", and I tell them it's just this food, showing them the ball of it that I have in my hand. I decide I'll have to go into the bathroom and clean it off.