I'm in a sort of makeshift bed, just like blankets on the floor, with a girl, I think Mark's friend Megan who came to my party. She was in love with my brother Joe before, but she tells me now she's in love with me. It's a small room, and I think there are other people there.

I get up and start eating some fish from a can, like sardines, but suddenly I cough or sneeze and blow little pieces of fish all over the floor. I think I need a spoon, for some reason, to pick up the pieces of fish, so I go into another room, like a very small kitchen, all in white. I start looking around for a spoon, as the floor pitches to an extreme angle - apparently, we're on a boat, and the sea is rough. So I start thinking about where you would put a spoon, in such a small kitchen, on a boat where the sea is rough. It must be fastened somehow.

It seems like I find one, though I don't know where, and go back into the other room, where two of my brothers, I think Dave and Steve, are rather mad about whoever the jerk was who got fish all over the floor and didn't clean it up, and I say it was me, I just looking for a spoon to clean it up with.