The first thing I recall is being on the rooftop patio of a tall white hotel building, which had an infinity pool flush with the roof-line; the pool was in a big clear-walled tank so that made the rooms behind the water visible from outside. The pool’s water had a light blue tint.  It was a curiously deep tank; I was looking at it from about 100 ft away, like from a helicopter’s perspective, and noticed that it extended down at least four levels from the top, so that would make it at least 40-50 feet deep, therefore much deeper than any ordinary pool.  The broad perspective shifted to actually being on the roof, where I was hanging out with some group of ladies and one of my college buddies, Jason.  The girls reminded me of sorority sisters — mostly fake-blonds, designer swimsuits, and over-sized hats and sunglasses.  They were just laying out, relaxing, getting some sun before probably going for a night out.  I got the sense that my buddy Jason was there with the hope of maybe hooking up with one of the girls, kind of that vibe of ‘tagging along’ like a hopeful puppy.  There was general chatting and then suddenly the conversation turned to something about the length of penises.  It was all pretty obvious stuff that was said, then one of the girls mentioned something like “You know, some guys have short ones…”  That was obviously a ‘duh’ thing to say, but I tried to make light of it by saying “I’m not sure what to make of you looking right at me when you said that!” which got a pretty good laugh out of everyone.  So then I guess it was time to move on, pack-up and go inside to get ready.  I noticed a row of $1-bills and a $10-bill were laying on the little table right next to me.  They clearly weren’t for tips on drinks or anything like that– it was just abandoned.  So I scooped it up into a stack and pocketed it.

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