I am talking to this guy; I'm not sure how I met him. He's really interesting, but it feels like he's trying to trick me into something. We end up sitting against the wall, on the floor, in some downtown building. It seems like 9 or 10 in the evening. He asks me how long I'll hang around, and I say "oh I dunno, maybe another ten or fifteen minutes", and he says "you'll be lucky to get out of here before six A.M."

Shortly after, a sort of show starts. People come out from a side door in costumes of a sort of steampunk style, including one that is a huge orb, with just a head at the top and feet at the bottom. It's pretty fascinating, but I have the feeling that it's a trap, to keep me distracted.

I start mingling like it's a party, and work my way out to the edges. Once I get to the outside (I can taste the fresh air), I make a break for it into the street. But one of them sees what I'm doing and grabs at my clothes, catching me, and not letting me escape.