I'm out at my old high school, in Newberg, apparently to do some research in the library. I meet this girl Dawn, a not-very-attractive girl who worked with me at McDonald's in real life, and with whom I went on a single ill-fated date. We run into each other, and she is very friendly, like she likes me a lot. I don't seem to finish whatever research I was doing; instead we sit down at a coffee shop that is apparently on the school campus.

I have to excuse myself to use the bathroom, so I go down some stairs to where the men's room is indicated, but it isn't a proper bathroom. There are these little tiny doll-sized toilets, on the wall in a frame like some sort of art, that this boy tells me I can use. But that doesn't sound like a good idea to me.

So I go back to Dawn and tell her I need to go elsewhere in the school to find a real bathroom, but I don't recall that I do. I guess I didn't have to go that bad.

We end up at somebody's house, at night, making out on the deck. She suggests going somewhere alone. I don't want to invite her back to my house, because it is a mess right now - I can picture it clearly in my mind, it isn't my real house, it's arranged more like my Garden Home house, and there are things strewn all over the floor. So I ask her where she lives, and she says "Clackamas", but with a tone that suggests I was already supposed to know that. It seems that we met a few years ago at a reunion or something and she told me about her life. I have no recollection of it, but she thinks I do.

Then we're packing up to leave together. It turns out she has two kids, which she now gathers, and I take the job of getting their drinks out of the fridge and putting them in a 6-pack case for transportation.

I say goodbye to everyone sort of en-masse, "goodbye everybody, nice to see you again", and there's a certain air that some of them are like "sure, we didn't even meet". A few of them are high-school familiars, though I can't specifically identify anybody.