I'm proposing marriage for a film music job. In the USA. Is it the right woman? No matter, I want the job. There's another job, could there be more in it for me? Someone comes in and I hide behind the door. Two rings fall to the floor and I just manage to get them in to close the door.

I'm together with Siouxie Sue or I. I've produced music for them and I'm also supposed to play guitar on the tour. I'm looking for the chords. Wondering when they're going on tour? It would be good if I could see the band beforehand to learn the chords. I'll probably have to figure them out on my own. What about my hairstyle? Should I punk it up? What about my bald head? But I urgently need to poo. I find a toilet, where you can sit on one side and lie on the other. A curtain for both. I lie down, how is that supposed to work? In a nappy? Then I drive on in a truck. I park it but the engine doesn’t power down. A woman tells me to turn it off. When I shift from fourth into second gear I can switch off the engine. There are lots of people and a performance is supposed to take place in which they will go down a cliff with ropes. A woman explains it to me. I'm still looking for a toilet. I finally find one in a café. There's another man inside, drying his hands. I see that the toilet is large and spacious and I am relieved.