The gamelan is set up on stage, and the marimba folks come and set up too. There’s not enough room, and I start trying to put together one of the smaller ones, then take apart the gong stand to move it. I get told to stop, and sit down and wait until they’re done.
In a parking lot, open up a door and a smallish dog comes flying out, into my arms and licks my face. I walk across and give the dog to a girl. Go into a store and lose my pants. It’s tight between the shelves and the window, and I slide past looking for a towel to wrap around. I go back out, find one, wrap it around and roll it. Someone says something, and I say I’ve been doing this for years. Walk back outside, a helicopter comes by with a searchlight. Some guy says they’re looking for something, but the search pattern they’re using is from a picture. Watch the helicopter do these weird patterns.