I'm in an unfamiliar house, which is apparently where Siena lives, a friend from climb school. I recall being in a bed sloppily piled high with covers. The subject of her mom comes up, and I say how much I hate her, nothing could change my mind about her, because her mom is Tammy M. (the horrible evil scumbag who trashed my last house). She's there in the house too, I see her in the kitchen and seethe.

Then we have to leave, because Siena and her friends are going to a church meeting; I think her mom is forcing her to go. But I'm cool with it, not really into that but it's just like an hour or so, should be interesting. Now we're a group of about five or six. I say I can take everybody in my car, but (as we're walking out there), it's not really trip-ready, in fact (as I look in the window), it's really a mess, full of garbage. No problem, I say, we can get it ready pretty quick, so I go around to the back and open the hatch, and the others open the rear doors, and start grabbing things and passing them back to me. First items are two large containers of Metamucil. Soon we are able to clear out the seats so that everybody can get in.

But as soon as I start to drive, the car, which is like my old black Subaru, slides backward down a steep muddy slope. I try to drive forward but it's just too slick. We end up being pulled along the muddy roads - more like trails in the woods - by this little four-wheel-drive remote-controlled car, which I'm controlling, and it does pretty well until the hill gets too steep, and then it spins out and we can't go any further.

We get out and I start looking at my phone thinking that maybe I can map out a way to get there by going downhill instead of uphill, but first I ask what our parameters are; where is this place, and at what time do we have to be there? One kid who is standing near me says hey it doesn't matter, you're in charge.