That there's a stage, wooden, and on it there's a handsome man and his bride, it's their wedding, he's big, cut, a real Tom O'Finland type, dressed in a leather harness, she, a smaller blonde in her own harness. They've taken a fancy to me, I'm best man or something, and their introducing me to all their guests, all dressed pretty much the same, different iterations of the same outfits, the men bringing their women to me on leashes as if to solicit my approval, the women, presenting themselves, and I lightly caress them, they lean into the caresses and protest, I'm not sure as to the etiquette here...
The neighborhood, it's run down, and a couple of blocks down I can see a liquor store, we're only a few blocks from the beach but this neighborhood is unfamiliar, and I head down for some refreshments....
returning I recognize the building the stage and wedding is in, there's the main floor, the upstairs, it's the old Italian restaurant in Calgary I used to work in, and I'm explaining this to the guests, on the top floor Tom O'Finland is sitting with his bride, I'm noticing how the roof is in tatters, drywall is gone, insulation is showing, when suddenly there is a backhoe outside, scraping at the side of the building, it's being demolished even as the wedding continues, and people are falling from the stage into the rubble below, somebody will be killed, and I'm yelling at the construction people but they have their orders...
[*Bizarre. The building I recognized as Guido's most certainly was not, the city not Calgary, or Nelson, and nobody I knew in it...Maybe inspired by reading (De Sade), the girls at the bank (who all wore some pretty kinky outfits last time I was in, the one teller in a lycra made up to look like latex-skin-two top, and the other with a short shirt that had a separate band of cloth as a collar...)]