I am at a big house party which has a lot of guys from a few different bike clubs. The girl I am with notices two other girls get into a fight outside on the second story deck and I see them tumble over the railing in a summersault of flailing limbs. When I look over the railing one of them is picking up a crying baby in the baby carrier. I go to get my car to take the other girl to the hospital but am embarrassed I don't have a bike like most of the other guys. 2:30am guard wakes me hitting his checkpoint. I fell asleep again right away and am in a cave with bars at its upper end and a manageable slope that runs salt encrusted rivulets down to a pool about fifty feet away. The water is warm but I decide not to immerse myself. When I make my way back to the bars at the upper end I notice a broken mirror encased in the salt and try to gather the pieces and collect them outside the bars. I find that I can squeeze through the bars on the far left side and that leaves me in my grandparents old basement with a friend. We are being hollered at it is time to go so I rinse off a round beverage serving tray in the laundry sink and set it to dry. Then I shut off the basement lights and follow my friend upstairs and out of the house. As we pass time two women sitting in a van in the driveway. I notice two pens, each unique in appearance, laying in the grass. As I pick them up the clack of the guard doing his 4:00 rounds awakens me.
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