I'm in Seattle, in the city, but not anyplace familiar. My sister Petra is there too, and she says she just tried to withdraw cash from the ATM machine but it didn't work. I ask her if she can show me; apparently this is some project I have been working on for the family, involving some system of accounts that should be accessible from cash machines.

She walks across the street to the ATM, but I have to drive there for some reason. I make a left turn in the right direction, but suddenly realize that all three lanes go onto different bridges, and if I go on any of them it will take a long time to get back. So I quickly cross all the lanes to a ramp into a parking building. Once inside there, I see a little stub of unused road that ends in a barrier, with various bits of garbage that have gathered up against the barrier, so I pull my car into there just so I can get out for a minute and look around for how to get out of here. I don't think it's really a proper place to park, but there isn't anywhere else.

As soon as I get out, a group of about four cops approach. One, a large black man, asks me gruffly if I've ever been in trouble in Seattle before.

"I don't think so," I say, " I don't come up here that much."

"You don't think so. Well there's some reason we are looking for you, why do you suppose that is?"

"Well, I did get in arrested once for being drunk as a minor, but no charges were filed. I think I got a traffic ticket once, a long time ago."

"Hmm," he says gruffly, "well did you realize that we're... ALL GAY !?!?", and he and the other cops all start laughing, breaking out of the "tough guy" character and revealing that it was all a joke. I laugh along with them - yes, one or two of them did seem a little bit gay, but I didn't think it any of my business.