november 30 2023

I'm in a tall building, but it feels less freestanding and more like it's built into the side of a tall seaside cliff (IE, you look out onto the sea, and not onto other buildings). I'm clambering around on fire escapes and little service routes across catwalks trying to find a room where I'm supposed to take an exam. I find it, and inside I sit and wait. Hours pass; no one comes. Bored, I leave and walk around more. On a twisting fire escape-like structure, I find two small steel spiral staircases, both terminating in ladders, one of which becomes much too small to actually climb at the top. I climb the other one, and find a small opening in the ceiling through which I pull myself up. I find myself in a large 2-room apartment. I go back down and leave the building to emerge into a bustling city with more foot traffic than car traffic. I want something to eat, but nowhere is somewhere I want to eat at. I think that since I just moved here, I need to find a nearby place with something I can eat, so I can go there when all else fails. I don't find anything, and wind up back in the building. I decide to try to go to the other section of the exam I missed, which is at a different time, but there's nobody at this one either. I wander back to the spiral staircases and this time, someone unidentified is with me. I try to demonstrate how to climb into the little opening, but I use the small staircase, which doesn't work, and I have to awkwardly clamber over from it onto the functional one. I make it up through the ceiling into the apartment, and there are six people there: one is my high school classmate Drew, who I never spoke to really at all, one is famous actor Emma Stone, and the rest are unidentified beyond all being women. I can't remember the context for this, but one of them isn't wearing a top or a bra and at some point has cause to say "I never apologize to anyone for any reason", at which point I realize she has that phrase tattooed verbatim and huge across her chest. We have a party, and everyone gets really fucked up. We vaguely separate into two groups in the two rooms; Drew, the lady who doesn't apologize, said lady's girlfriend, and an unidentified lady in the living room, and me, Emma Stone, and someone else in the bedroom. I'm having a lot of fun and I'm absolutely pounding chips and snacks and so forth. There's a sudden loud banging on the door. Emma Stone starts giggling and talking about how if it's a cop, we should wait until he breaks the door down. Another loud knock, and she giggles more and starts reaching to try to open the door with her foot. She succeeds, and at the door is famous actor Steve Carrell as a mailman, delivering a thin bubble mailer that's clearly already been opened. I bring it to the other room to give to Drew, who I understand to be the one renting the apartment. In the other room, Drew has laid down on a mattress with a blanket pulled up to his chin, and is completely unresponsive. The lady who doesn't apologize and her girlfriend seem to be having sex, but it looks less like sex and more like both of them randomly flailing limbs and screaming. There's a startling amount of motion involved. I throw the package at them, and they stop. The lady who doesn't apologize says what was that for? And right then the unidentified lady in the room pushes me back slightly across the threshold, and shuts the dividing door in my face. In our room, Emma Stone, looking extremely drunk and slurring her words heavy, asks me if I think she can eat any more cheese puffs. I judge the dent in the nearby bowl of cheese puffs, and I say yes. I grab a large handful for myself and shove them into my mouth. I suddenly realize I've eaten way too much and I feel nauseous. I rush to the toilet and spit out a ridiculous amount of half-chewed cheese puffs. Then I wake up.