I'm at some sort of festival, apparently alone. There are people camping in fancy tents up on a field. I think I have my tent in my car, but I'm not sure yet whether I'll stay for the night.

The core of the festival is in a downtownish-looking area, where there are booths and stores lined along the streets. I have to poo, but I can't find anywhere to do that. I look all around.

I finally find a toilet, down an alley in a large room, but as soon as I close the door to the room, I am obstructed by something (like being handcuffed to the door somehow), so I can't get the door closed and also get to the toilet. I can detach the restraints, but it becomes a very complicated process because I have to take off my boots and rearrange a bunch of other things.

Just when I'm finished get disconnected from the door, somebody else comes in wanting to use the toilet, but I manage to dissuade them by explaining how much trouble it was for me to get there. I convince him, but while I'm talking to him a group of girls comes in and scopes the place out for a flash-mob thing they are planning, and before I know it they have a tent set up with a small stage and a light show, and a crowd has gathered. The toilet is now concealed under a cabinet behind the stage, and I still have to go.

They start playing music, and I rock out to The Dreaming "Every Trace", hanging out at the back of the small crowd (about a dozen or so people; it's very much like a music festival on a very small scale). The purpose of the gathering is apparently for women's rights. There's a little table and somebody asks me a confusing question like "Are you, or were you once and will you be again on Medicare?", and I can't figure out the correct answer, but I answer whatever it seems it will take to make them stop bothering me.