The first thing I recall is standing in the upper level of a two-part, two-tiered area, which was one part an outdoor street level where I was, and then a dimly lit restaurant-type of place down below. I went down into the lower area and into a room I would describe as being like a bathroom. I didn’t see any toilet stalls– just a series of sinks and mirrors around the perimeter of the room. The peculiar thing was that there was water sloshing around on the floor; I asked a middle-aged Asian guy standing by if this was a normal state of affairs, or was there a broken pipe, etc. I think he just shrugged. I went to one sink that was more like a pedestal with a faucet already running and rinsed my hands. Then I was back up again at the upper level, looking down, and I’m pretty sure I saw Jürgen Klopp down in the restaurant area.

Suddenly a bunch of people started coming up to the second level where I was, and suddenly the space had morphed into an indoor area more like a bedroom loft. I was in a bed on the left side, close to the loft’s railing where I could see down; a couple girls got on the bed next to me on the right side. The bed was large enough that there was space between us so it wasn’t obvious if they deliberately wanted to be close to me. One of the girls looked familiar as Jennifer Garner at a younger age, perhaps in her mid-20s, looking quite lovely as a classic beauty. Her friend was basically the same age, and appeared to also be quite cute/attractive. The friend did a playful exaggerated flopping in the spot she was laying on, like she was just getting comfortable, but was looking over at me at the same time to see if I was paying attention to her, obviously curious if I was taking any special interest in her. I didn’t react at first, as I was just piecing together whether she was wanting to maybe hook-up or something along those lines, or maybe just acting silly. Then she did it again, so I felt like that was an unmistakable ‘green light’ that she was in the mood for something beyond a trivial, casual encounter.

I stood up, realized I didn’t have any shirt on, and also noticed that about a dozen or so guys had collected in the room as well, at least a few of whom were regular ‘bro’ black guys. I believed that the room was a bit too warm so I thought I could cool it down by adjusting the temperature with a small blue box that seemed like a little heating/cooling device. I didn’t know exactly how to operate it, so I picked it up and studied its features, looking for instructions, buttons, knobs, switches, etc. As I held it I noticed that it had cool air coming out of the left side, and maybe a bit of mist coming out of a hose attached to the side, somewhat like a fog machine but not as thick; it was more like a bit of dry-ice was inside. On the right side it was venting warm air. There didn’t seem to be any obvious controls on it; instead the box had large, clear plastic landscape-orientation buttons, similar to those on some soda-machines, with labels that looked more like miniature movie posters. It was confusing because I suspected hot and cold would apparently cancel each other out– how could I get more of one without the other?

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