It's morning, and I wake up in a tent. A bunch of other people are also waking up in their tents, but somehow they are all open on one end and facing each other, so we're kind of in one space. It's a festival or something, and it's the last day; there is a mood that we're going to have to check out around mid-day, so there isn't time to do anything really this morning.

I joke that we should have stayed at that club last night, just done some meth and partied all night, then we could sleep through the morning. Then I have to clarify that I'm just joking, I would never do meth, because some of these people are my work colleagues and I wouldn't want them to think that I would do that.