I'm at somebody else's house, and I'm stoned, or drunk, or something. I laugh so hard that I lose my balance and fall over - not far, I seem to be sitting on the ground - and I have to really focus to get myself back up. I remark, laughing, that I'm too fucked up to sit up straight, or something like that.

Then it's morning, and I'm still very hazy. It's as if I'm in the Springbrook neighborhood, in Newberg. I have to drive home, and I don't really feel good enough. I'm debating with myself whether I should drive. I think I'll go down to McDonald's and get an Egg McMuffin; that should make me feel better. I think there's a 7-11 over there too (in reality, there isn't, but in my mind it's where Bi-Mart is), and maybe I should get a cigarette.