I'm in Drumheller, a construction party of sorts, I've parked my car in front of a run down house I don't know, autumn day, I'm returning to the car and I find the back has been heaped up with things, cool things, someone has broken into my trunk and left all it's contents on the back, but upon examining the things while I find they're close to what I would have in the trunk (there's an anvil, a railway lantern, a few other interesting antiques...) they're not the same. I walk up to the house to ask what's up, a familiar man answers, wry faced, I can't picture how I know him but he assures me that they're presents for me from everyone, especially this one guy I worked with (I don't know him...) whom apparently I helped to quit drinking. The gate I opened blows over in the autumn wind, it's just a big square built out of 2X4's and painted red, useless, I go and pick it up and wedge it back between 2 rocks, the wry faced guy is helping me...
...Now I'm in a hall, construction workers, there's a cupboard jammed packed full of liquor bottles, the safety inspector, an asian (I don't know him) tells me that I failed to clean it up before i quit, I'm pretty sure it wasn't me (and my coworkers will vouch for me), but I just begin to pull out the bottles and the garbage from the cupboard and put it into a bag. We fill a couple of bags and then discover that it's not just a cupboard, it's a doorway to a whole other empty, unused room, dusty from neglect, nobody knew it was here, I walk around for a moment checking it out...
....now I'm at a party, house party, everyone I know is there only I don't recognize anyone. There's this girl, she's trying to get me to roll her a joint, she's seen me rolling my tobacco and has declared me the best roller in the place, I don't smoke weed but I'm trying to roll it up for her and all the pot keeps crumbling up onto the floor, I'm on the floor trying to scoop it back into the paper, only now it's getting stuck in the cracks of the hardwood, a crowd has gathered and they're telling me to leave it, there's plenty more, everyone is offering some...she's trying to kiss me, classic approach-avoidance conflict, bringing her face close and then pulling it away laughing...
...Now in a theatre, a burlesque show, I'm in one of the front rows, somehow I'm crucial to this, in a line-up of pretty chorus dancers, the show is over and I'm looking for my bag, my wallet, my keys, I've left them a few rows back, I find them where I left them and my construction supervisor finds me, he's got a little wooden trophy with my name on it, "Rick", and I'm pretty sure I'm not Rick and they're pretty sure that I am, and it's their word against mine so I take the trophy and leave....