I'm in what seems like a recovery place, a room with a bunch of single beds, kind of shabby like it's a public rehab facility or something. I have a bed, and there are a handful of other guys in there. Somehow there is a question of the security of my belongings; I have a locking cash box (which I have in real life) that I sort of hide in my messy covers, which doesn't seem very secure, but I say I wouldn't leave it there, I would take it with me if I went somewhere.

We go to bed really early, like 8 o'clock, because there's nothing else to do, and anyway we're supposed to get some rest. I wake up in the middle of the night. Checking my watch, it's I think 2:30, but the clock on the wall is different by an hour. I realize that it just shifted to or from Daylight Savings time.

Then the lights come on, one guy says he's leaving, and many of the rest seem to be following him. They all pack up and leave, with only me and one other guy remaining, who is apparently somebody I know, a friend of the family. He has to be somewhere near my house in the morning, and his only other option is to go to my parents', which seems silly because he'd have to come all the way back here, so I invite him to come to my house for the rest of the night. Which I'm reluctant to do, and a little confused about, because I was expecting to finish this night out sleeping here in the rehab place.