For starters, I'm in New Zealand, which is lovely, but I have a sense that New Zealand isn't safe and that I might have to swim to the mainland, which I can just see, or almost see, off the horizon. And Elyssa is there and I'm supposed to come sit with her in this curious natural formation of rocks, which is out a little ways from the beach, except I kept getting waylaid by all these people who want to talk about the differences between New Zealand and America, and I'm having a grand old time chatting with everyone and I go into the B & B and the owner is expecting each person to sit down with Premiere and cut together a few clips from hit movies, so I decide I can spend a few minutes doing that even though Elyssa is still waiting for me out there in the little tide-pool structure off the beach. It ends up taking like half an hour, and drunk people keep coming in and disrupting me but finally I finish it and it's just after dark now and everyone's telling me I have to go to this party so I set off with this older guy and decide I need to have a white rose. Then this girl in this tiny sportscar who is laying belly-down (to drive the car, yes) crashes onto the curb near where we are. And I throw her the white rose and then immediately regret it, because it was destined for Elyssa, so now I have to find another white rose. Suddenly the roads are full of people. Some of these people have cars that are about half as big as some others, and again somebody crashes nearby and I'm walking around in the summer night with this old guy.

I had gotten there (New Zealand) by taking off from a flight simulator, but that's another story.