I was in high school gym class, in a group of 8 and we had to split up for basketball. The teams gravitated towards girls vs boys, but I suggested we mix it up. As we headed outside to play, we instead started to run towards the parking lot, where I remembered that my old lab members were having a sleepover reunion. But as I reached my car, I remembered that I had tae kwon do at 4:15, and since I hadn’t gone in a long time, I wanted to see if I could rush home and get changed in time.

As I neared home, I realized that I would be 10-15 minutes late at best, and they probably wouldn’t even let me in at that point. I decided to just relax and see what happened. Home was an apartment, and as I went to the bathroom, Merry came home. I hugged her and told her how pretty she was, and she encouraged me to go back to the reunion. So I headed out.

It was night now and dark when I got back to the parking lot, which transformed into a nightclub, and people were seated at several large tables. A few were mildly happy to see me, but others ignored me, which made me feel a bit awkward. But I sat down gamely. Some people were eating, others were sleeping already, and others were on their computers.

After some stilted conversation, I walked off to a corner, which now became a bright white room. I was watching some basketball skit videos, and for some reason I had also become addicted to eating keyboard keys. So I was slowly popping them off the keyboard and eating them one by one. A tall black man walked over to me wearing a Harlem Globetrotter’s uniform, and we started talking about basketball. Mid-conversation, I realized that the keyboard hadn’t been cleaned and I could see dirt on the next key! So, I started popping all of them off into a bowl, with the intention of cleaning them. But as I did so, I remembered that the keyboard belonged to MD Anderson, and they would want it back. So I got a bit nervous and stopped eating the keys.

The man morphed into a muscular white guy but who had a deformed head, kind of triangular shaped. I suddenly recognized him as a boxer whose apartment I had apparently lived in for a year when I was in grad school. I tried telling him about it, but he spoke in a very strange kid-like way, which is when I remembered that he had suffered brain damage in a fight a while ago (hence the head shape). He was wearing boxing gloves and was about to head out to another fight. I didn’t think that was a good idea, but kept it to myself.