Can't get through the damn mall
Now we're downstairs and on the other side of the building. We're at a more expensive upscale version of hooters. It's a nice place but its staffed entirely by mostly unattractive women in skimpy outfits. I'm standing outside where two girls are swimming in a sort of wave pool. I am watching. They aren't attractive in the slightest and yet I can't look away thinking I might see some skin. A wave comes and then the side of the pool drops out and I realize that I'm standing on some sort of giant slip and slide. I am being swept away by this huge wave and I go with it. It's not fun, I'm not enjoying myself, but I know there is nothing I can do about it, so I try to only get wet on one side. I think about where my phone is. Finally the wave stops. I get up. I feel and my phone is in the dry pocket. I walk back toward the restaurant and my friend Brett. Bryna at some point became Brett. I'm in the suburbs judging by the people walking toward me. I think I see my friend Bill but it's not him.
Later I dream at my mom's house. I have a room there. My mom is playing cards with a bunch of old ladies. I'm listening to music with some friend of mine and my brother James. I have a huge pile of free singles. I tell James I don't know if any of them are any good as I haven't gotten to them yet.