I'm traveling away from home somewhere. It seems I'm in a pool, and I'm trying to talk to my parents on an earpiece. They don't know when I'm coming home. But the call is interrupted because I start making out with this girl, we go underwater, and the earpiece gets flooded.

I get out of the pool, and try to call my parents again. The phone is picked up by my ex-renter Angelique, a perpetual drug addict. I know that she won't transcribe and deliver an accurate message, so I just ask her to tell my parents that I'll be home on Wednesday. Got that? Wednesday. I hang up.

I want to go back to making out with the girl, who is small, seems young, and with short black hair. But first I want to freshen my breath, so I look around and grab a wineglass which has just one swig of red wine left and down it. Not sure whose it was.

I make out with the girl some more, but I have to get back to the hotel and pack my things. I want to invite her back there with me, but I don't have much time. It's like 10am, I have maybe an hour before checkout. There is a box of wine back in my room, maybe she'd like to come back for a drink.