I'm in a yellowish-beige room that is empty of everything, just the walls, a plain carpet, and a girl. I ask her if she is Marnie, a girl I knew in childhood. I don't think there was a real answer.

As we're talking, we're moving around the room, measuring the distance between us, but it seems like we're moving closer. She's not very attractive, her lip is hairy and she has this ugly sore on her upper lip, not right on the lip, but between the lip and the nose.

We end up in bed, in the same room, but the bed is covered in some sort of tent. I'm thinking that it might be a problem that I've also slept with several of our common social group, like... um, four of them, almost all of them, including our mutual friend Siena. Awkward.

Then a gaggle of people come in, including my mom and some other members of my family, and see me in the tent with this girl. It's now about 4am, and I ask them what they are doing up so late, and they say that they went fishing, and I ask why I wasn't invited.