The house that I was in was really a large, haphazard-looking research and design facility. The place was run by my boss at school. I roam through the house, catching glimpses of the festival going on outside only through half open drapes or curtains. I was wandering, but they knew what I was up to. The power went out for a brief second and I headed for the basement. What looked like common household trash (lawnchairs, boxes from old board games, tupperware) was really top secret computer equipment. The lights came back on and I ran up for the stairs, but the automatic locking mechanism was much too fast for me. Soon they would see me on the video monitors and come haul me out of there. It was sooner than I had expected, but they were very gentle with me. While hauling me out of the restricted basement. the guards were very polite — one of them even gave me a dime — and then they told me I didn’t have the proper ID to be in the basement. I knew that this was true and said so. They kind of smirked as they through me out the door.
Outside of the house, I was sitting on a small hill next to the garage. I could hear the slight murmur of the festival-goers as they passed continually past the front of the facility (which looked quaint and Victorian). Gina (my first real girlfriend) was there, too, laying on the ground next to me. She saw a condom somewhere nearby on the ground and said to me, "Remember who you used to use those on, Jason?" I thought hard, but could not connect a memory of me fucking her. "I creamed and I loved it," she said, finally, as she sprang up from the hill and bolted off. I, thought I should tell her that we never had sex, but she was apparently very happy as it was.